Del The Funky Homosapien Lyrics
Del The Funky Homosapien Lyrics
"X-Files Lyrics"
Fight To Win Lyrics
Every days a battle A never ending fight Take to the streets with a torch in hand Lighting up the night Are you gonna stand up and have a say Let 'em know what we believe Blaze a path and show the way Never give up and never give in Raise your fist, turn your back to sin Never give up and never give in Raise your voice and fight to win OI! OI! OI! OI
Every days a battle A never ending fight Take to the streets with a torch in hand Lighting up the night Are you gonna stand up and have a say Let 'em know what we believe Blaze a path and show the way Never give up and never give in Raise your fist, turn your back to sin Never give up and never give in Raise your voice and fight to win OI! OI! OI! OI
Star struck MC's receive no attention
From the man whose mind is
Not even in this dimension
I'm on another plane
Sicker than the mother brain
The ultimate expression
Yes indeed, heed
My flow's symphonic, hypnotic, psychotic
Never semiotic but doper than narcotics
A few a y'all caught it on my first release
But now my power's increased, enhanced
Del meets the fans halfway
And slap a rapper in his chops
The temperature drops, you get pneumonia
Or maybe exposed to radiation by plutonium
Some say rap's an idiom, get the A-S-R-S-P
And then a medium, the best of both worlds
Brilliantly engineered, lyrics dement your fear
Del is now in the clear, I was in prison
But now free to be everything that I envision
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Grey Day Lyrics
(Greg Leskiw) It’s been 31 years since we’ve had a grey day Puffy white clouds reflecting city lights may Cause my friends to run away Gun metal grey is the color of this day Puffy white clouds in front and behind say Don’t go back to gun metal grey day Don’t go back to-grey days Try to find-some better ways Try to shine-the old ways I
bandon the plan and the uninspired(Greg Leskiw) It’s been 31 years since we’ve had a grey day Puffy white clouds reflecting city lights may Cause my friends to run away Gun metal grey is the color of this day Puffy white clouds in front and behind say Don’t go back to gun metal grey day Don’t go back to-grey days Try to find-some better ways Try to shine-the old ways I
And the haters that cater to their needs agree
It's bizarre, by far anarchy no control
No soul, the whole fucking planet's gonna fold
Unless we administer, since, as we enter the
Twenty first century even your worst enemy
Gotta get it together, mentally and systematically
When nigga's think I'm a smart-ass
It makes 'em mad at me
Why, cause I try my best to eliminate ignorance
Not letting my brain burn out like cigarettes
There's bigger threats besides thieves or your pet peeves
But what's right in your face is what nobody believes
[CHORUS]
Del, what you got up your sleeve?
If it was up to me
I would pass the baton cause it's tough to lead
But still I drop facts here and there so I can up the seed
Black - black is the color that I adore Dark - dark are my visions I'm in love with a whore Reveal - reveal my reverence to no one Call me - the ruffian the devil's son! Cancer - I'm the cancer in your brain Betrayer - I'm the one drives you insane Sadistic - your depressions turn me on Ain't diplomatic - slaughter is my regime I'm the heretic! [Chorus:]</i> I'
Del, what you got up your sleeve?
If it was up to me
I would pass the baton cause it's tough to lead
But still I drop facts here and there so I can up the seed
So you must believe
X-Files
Lots of rappers today depend on imagery
I myself depend on skills and my energy
It's maddening, at every single gathering
Of young black youth it's got to be some niggers badgering
Averaging out to be bout three out a G
How motherfuckers build stereotypes, cause it's all they see
I take glee in the fact that I'm me
Not a follower, a dollar wouldn't make me sell my soul
Del is old-school compared to your subterfuge
I got the same code of ethics Jungle Brothers use
Now every nigger wanna be crime related
Can't rhyme creative and th
dance to the disco beat Lyrics
where's the disco? come on girls and give it a shot us boys will always come out on top who will be the disco queen? while disco kings are all i've seen come on soon we'll give you the beat so we can see the best dancing feet and we can find a disco whizz so here's a chorus by the pop group bis You've got to dance to the disco beat You've got to dance with t
y're made of self-hatredwhere's the disco? come on girls and give it a shot us boys will always come out on top who will be the disco queen? while disco kings are all i've seen come on soon we'll give you the beat so we can see the best dancing feet and we can find a disco whizz so here's a chorus by the pop group bis You've got to dance to the disco beat You've got to dance with t
That's why they overstep boundaries that's sacred
From the street to the corporate scene they all mean business
Self for self, phony doesn't work
Your soul holds no weight when you let the devil lurk
Fighting evildoers I been evil myself
But I'm still a black man with experience, under my belt
I may be young, but my soul is old
Living in the ice ages where a nigga's soul is cold
Don't give a fuck about your life or his
But if you get a gat for protection, who lives?
Comin up ain't the same as pullin everybody else down
But try telling that to niggers that are spellbound
They'll probably say that you talk too much
They gotta think too much
So just be careful who you trust
[CHORUS 2X]
X-Files
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