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Del The Funky Homosapien

Thieves in the night, stick you in the alleyway They might cause fright, they stick you up for Bally suede shoes And in the news, and even on Geraldo

I'm black and still breathin' Heathens will breed heathens so Everybody's suspect I must check your ID 'Coz you lookin' sheisty, you might be intelligence Someone that Del

Ah, I know I'm drunk man Ladies and gentlemen, I for, I forgot my My favourite man, sittin' over there His name his Mista Dobalina, Mr. Bob Dobalina

Then they die and what do I care? I dare hoes and prepare flows 'Cause I never spare those lives Who strives with knives and slice I paralyze ya twice with fear Del

This is Hieroglyphics not no phoney phranchise Winnin' by a landslide and you know you can't hide Rag Del, impetuous, tempestuous, My power's activated, have to make it, funky Del

Transmutation, brand new statements I'll have you gapin' open Check it out, y'all Now let's see, Deltron Z Art avenger, let's start the adventure Hit

's just payin' for the sex and I know you prostitutes is playin' with the sex so who's next? Don't think that you can play the Homosapien cause I got

Check this out This is the intro, I dent foes And bend them and upchuck send ya outta luck fuck That shit is nasty, I blast the MC's Who try to sneak

discriminating myself when I'm making my wealth Pure facts, it's hard for me to endure wack MC's I lay my tracks with ease I'm tellin' you that Del