"Earth to Del, Earth to Del, Earth to Del do you read me?
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Do you copy Del? It seems we've lost radio contact
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Descend for warp speed so you can recieve transmission"
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Each rap is texture-mapped to perfection
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A 3-D world for you to step in
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I leave MC's stranded on asteroids
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Floatin through the void of space
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Del the black man, African back again
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Crackin windshields, so I can heal your souls
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When you feel my flows
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A wild beast when I piece together beats like puzzles
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MCs feel muzzled like dobermans
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Its over when you try duplicate
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And then you're due for 8 for tryin to sink your teeth in
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Meetin your maker, Del the caretaker here break your life
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Away from you faker the Tammy Faye Baker
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I shake your brain up like Quaker Oats
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For tryin to memorize my moniacle quotes
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The funk coats your eardrums, Oaklands where we're from
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The deviant, workin feverishly but easily
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Eagerly awaiting your arrival
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Hide all you cowards, you're powerless I'm live and in technicolor and
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tumorous
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Your humorous, my rhymes are numerous
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I'm too elaborate in my habitat
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With words that hit your skull like a battle ax, imagine that
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I'm actually destined cause I'm acutal perfection
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Equals natural selection with rhymes as my secret weapon
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This involvement in my newest installment
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Is dissolved in the chains on your brains like solvent
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I can't call it, all it means is my genes
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Comes from supreme beings and sess that cha can't step ta
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(CHORUS)
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No way out come right in, writin incredible shit
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They can't meddle with us
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Future development is too intelligent
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Future development, too too intelligent
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No way out come right in, writin incredible shit
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You can't meddle with us
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"And you say it, And niggaz are still frontin with that
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old technology shit, why is this soundin garbage?"
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To many fans and not enough artists
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Niggaz frontin heartless like they packin ultra cartriges
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You ain't gonna smoke me, you smoke weed
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I've seen some sick characters and they ain't scared a ya
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The true soldiers who will unload on your intersect
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Not me I'm into Tex and Mex
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Giant robos and ponos, and road shows
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I like a blow doe on the latest not the status quo though
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More pull than yo-yo duncan
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Quit pashin in my rappin like a tongue kissin right on by the hundreds
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With no bass the foundation crumbles
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Like niggaz bumble they whole life over rumbles
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Scandals, sure you got mad skills
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But unless you gonna be a boxer who's gonna offer
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Your hand script "Nobody" I used to program computers
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Now I make manuvers on the mic to screw ya
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On the ole, how it goes how the flow for the uninitiated
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Plus on the side, get my own life sitiated
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You know writin lyrics in between lines
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Play some Samauri Spirits, oops
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Drop funky like defication, poop
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Leavin ya mute moose, speechless
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Niggaz blackin out like an eclipse
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No defense for your pretense
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Which is just a feat to proposal
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Towards your disposal
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Del flow solo, fully mobilized the wise words
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So niggaz can get the total
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Perception, perfection destined for greatness
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Etched in your consciousness, metaphorically monstrous
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(CHORUS)
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Future development is too intelligent
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Future development too too intelligent
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Future Development
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Del The Funky Homosapien |