[ VERSE 1 ]
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They say that nice guys finish last, but I'm the leader
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Drinkin liters of Seagrams with the heathens
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Misbehave and break the buzz, fuck the shavings
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Collectin scratch for my savings before the day ends
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Cravings for music, collaborate at a rate
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Faster than the speed of sound to go thataway
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No replicas, step to us, I guess the job was left to us
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To kick the phonics that kept you buzzed
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And perkin, workin words, distributin herbs
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To niggas livin in 'burbs cause they too petro
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To come to the ghetto
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Mind you, all we do is find you, wave and gave you a sack
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Come back but watch 50, they try to lift me
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Off the tracks but we ain't offerin crack, just bomb
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No need for alarm or bad karma, but arm yourself
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Move in stealth, wealth is accumulated
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Pockets are aluminated
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I make the shit I think hit even though some assume you hate it
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I pass judgment when the fuzz lit, take a shit
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Just another skit comin from the pit of Babylon
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But powerful like Alvatron
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From the Decepticons
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Music is magical like a leprechaun
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Kept you on point in many different sectors
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On Elektra, make you remember Medgar Evers and James Evers
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My skills sent from the heavens
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I wish they sold Maddog at 7-11
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I remember when niggas wore Thriller jackets
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And Starter jackets and harder tactics
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Had been adopted and most of y'all mocked it
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But put a sock in it (* gagging sound *) for a minute
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I provide the funk and y'all rock with it
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As I spit it, admit it, oh shit
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[ CHORUS ]
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It's Del the Funky Homosapien
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Goin from town to town to town and just makin friends
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Reach out and shaking hands
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With the public and they love it
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[ VERSE 2 ]
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No technical difficulties or faultiness, you salt me with
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That plain-Jane-no-game-insane-to-the-brain
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Don't need cocaine fuckin with the A
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The A-Pluster plus the A from way back in the day
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For mind expansion enhancing thoughts
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I'm raw with savagery, the majesty of all in vision
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Wait, but isn't this a good way to start?
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Developin art to cart scrill to kill Satan
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Plans for gettin Daytons are past tense
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Stack ends so I won't be a has-been (You know it)
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The question you been askin: Is Del that masked man?
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Rollin through our cities just rippin major venues
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Like Whitney Houston like when I went to Houston
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My father is from Texas, so next bust a rhyme for times
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I felt it was no hope, but no factors you formulate
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Made me foster hatred and made me wanna make it
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When I'm in the Bay niggas say (Del, how you doin, man?)
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I ain't no rap star that act hard, can't speak
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I leak lyrics, freak lyrics, secrete lyrics
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From my spirits
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Tyranny for all who hear of me
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Bomb in a bong, my feet in a thong
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On a beach with a biatch named Bonbon
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Called her on the Intercong, enter John Owens
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Better known as Casual to y'all not knowin
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About flowin, cause your rhymes are all stolen
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Another dip on the strip cause task force patrollin
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But rollin blunts too fat to measure
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Mexico's national treasure for pleasure
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Resurrect tracks like this from my childhood
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Before it was such a wild hood
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Knock on wood
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[ CHORUS ]
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[ VERSE 3 ]
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My beats are meaty
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Let's call a peace treaty
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And stick to it
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I'm quick to do it, are you?
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So much funk you can't kick it with my crew
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Other than when it's time to get blue?
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(Shame on you)
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I want me a girl that's intelligent
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Doin shit and ain't too belligerent
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Picture it, chillin backyard barbecue
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Not trippin off what niggas are to you
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Jealousy, well let's see
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It's a lot of that in Oakland
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It started when niggas started smokin
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And snortin hop, fuck pop
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I want the melodies
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But not the weak topics you are selling me
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Del is free of confinements
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My mind bendin fragile and frazzled
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I choose to stay underground like Fraggles
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In battles I'm sure to win
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While you smoke bud I drink gin
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It sinks in while everyone else act on it
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I macked on it but not too far from redrum
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Don't push me, I'm not a pussy
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I wish we could gather at a function, drink some lager
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And just bust hymns of funk and flav
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Cause the slaves that are our ancestors
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Would feel blessed if we did tha |