Burnt Lyrics - Singles - Del The Funky Homosapien

Del: 

Mista, twista, get ya 

every single time 

and I rhyme like I know 

so I flow 

with tha gifted tongue, 

an encryptic brung 

new phrases into the mazes 

play this 

two times a day with a dayo 

day, eh eh yo and the daylight come 

I plum forgot what a wack rhyme was 

because I buzz like a bee 

in the ears of my peers 

so they know and I know 

we all know dayo- 

day light come and me wanna go home- 

cool 

no tool 

no Smith and Wesson 

just an opposite 

so I can pop a bit 

of shit on the mic when I get on the mic 

"p-p-p-p-ping!" 

I ricochet a bit on the mic 

and I like it- 

Just like the Gulf or World War II 

D-E-L will C-R-U and sage anyone who 

makes advances when I make a neato heato 

is the answer when I prance up on ya skull like a frito 

finito 

but I ain't finished 

till I let the flip side ride 

till the rhythm is diminished 

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Casual: 

I would if I could 

but I ain't cause I cain't 

time for me to lay down the law 

who's raw? 

you saw the blues from the shoes of the writer 

stronger than a cisco 

in ya like a cider 

watery- 

try to win the lottery before you try to slaughter me 

because I'm not the G 

to be stepped to 

kept you 

on ya tons 

as my rep grew 

I let through 

negative foes 

so you better get flows to counteract what we've done 

proceed one good 

cause I'm armed like a sleeve son 

plead dumb and step back 

as I rep 

shop collect 

respect drops 

in debt the next prop 

-artist 

the hardest is the one who don't pass out 

If Tyson's last name were Aphone I'd knock his ass out 

the bigger the better 

the better the bigger is 

whenever you figure this 

n*gga is gettin' his 

be real and don't kill with flaws the ill cause 

is answer to the gods 

and that's when you lost 

keep on losing, 

amusing many tactics 

I came to earn more green than Saint Patrick 

and I make backs if you get caught frontin' 

never bought a Newport but I puff a blunt'n 

Photos 

Tajai: 

I needs no sugar crisp 

to get swift 

so what with two syllables exemplifies the gift 

Tajai 

I sense those that try to feel my ladders 

bladders release upon your porch if you don't cease 

I respond with minimal distraction 

when I see one 

fatter than re-run 

so what's happennin'? 

it's not where you from, 

it's just how you come 

correct 

respect the rough neck 

is not gettin' bucked 

and tucked into their beds like nighty nighty 

theft of the membrane 

none left cause I'm a righty 

fight these- 

you'll catch vollies for your follies 

and mistakes 

I stick fakes wit shanks 

so no thanks 

wack shit 

your attemps to rap are innaffectual 

like gettin' butt styles 

like the heart of homosexual 

not for sex 

when you rap the intersection 

of damage 

sandwiched knuckles 

and what your luck pulls 

bad ones 

catch one or two 

rather a view 

a slew for soft ass phonies 

bust your cronies 

try me, 

you'll catch my Vans in your hinee 

that's if my backgrip slips 

though I doubt it 

pout if you want to 

convert me to filey 

but I seize more than them candies 

nothing gets by me 

so play the tracks 

and you'll go out like "later max" 

next to Tajai cause I kicks the greater stacks. 

Opio 

Ske-beep-boom 

bob your head to this 

mischievous 

soul socidle, 

idle chatter never slips 

off the lips 

of this writer 

might not be a greater innovater of the rhyme scheme 

my style is the visine 

to get your eyes opening 

this raggedy andy gets dandy like a lion in the meadow 

while the teapots blow off steam like a kettle 

you hip to the hop 

I kick 

I trip the life fantastic 

gettin' into the grooves that'll bend the phonographics 

the vandal with the vocals 

making the locals go insane 

the regal rhymer speeks substinance for the brain 

get frisky with the phrases as you praise this life divinity 

the one of liberated soul 

controls for infinity 

got styles by the square mile 

cat's got a frightened child 

Hieroglyphics will uplift the rhythms for the meanwhile 

articulate my lingo as I mingle in my medium of speech 

and peace to pop prophets as I piner and teach 

a smidgen of religion to the fraudulent 

listen, 

pay attention 

I'm the master of this convention 

kick the wickity wiley stylee 

while you sutterin' just like smilee 

skippin shingles of your shattered dreams 

too bad it seems you try me 

the wise and wordy wizard 

pays a visit 

to your subconscience 

quest to run the land 

distinguish all the nonsense 

optimistic, stylistic, mystic myth 

I'm swift like Mercury 

mercy me 

I surely shoot the gift 

A-Plus 

People call me soup just because I'm livin' fat 

People call me nasty: it's because I eat the cat 

and I swing a bat to level heads, 

leaving devils dead 

never said never 

cause of clever heads 

better dreadlocks 

on the top of my crop, 

never flaky 

if this was a field then Bo Jackson couldn't shake me 

bake me 

Betty Crocker's oven isn't hot enough 

if you wanna spread the skins 

then I got alot of stuff 

not a bluff 

not a tough guy 

thinkin twice 

why step? 

here's a fly rep 

I kept my step ladder 

I had a fatter spliff I was hittin' on 

now it's just a smidgen like a pidgeon I be shittin' on 

sittin on a futon... 

slippin' lots of boots on 

I'm the type of brotha that ya have to get ya troops on 

oops I'm sorry cause I didn't mean to dis you 

I could hook a hoe and make her blow like I was tissue 

mary had a little lamb, 

Adam got a lot of dough 

need help with your garden? 

scholar got a lotta hoes 

yo-I didn't mean hoes, 

yo I meant women 

If she got the pool, I got the trunks 

let's go swimming 

dip dip dive 

cause I'm live 

liver then 

five or ten 

of the men 

on my jock 

you don't stop 

here a pimp 

there a pimp 

everywhere a pimp pimp 

this A-plus grades the quiz- 

so there it is.