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Del The Funky Homosapien

Genres: Hip-Hop

Love Story Lyrics - Del The Funky Homosapien

Yo, yo, yo, check this out, man 

1 for you, 2 for me 

3 for you, 15 for me 

20 for you, now check it out 

 

Yo, I just won 10 grand in the Galactic 

Rhyme Federation Championship, so I'm lampin' a bit 

I feel like returnin' to Earth and burnin' some herb 

I'm sick of lookin' at the inside of space stations 

 

Time for Deltron to take a vacation 

My expertise in aviation got us to our destination 

The East Bay, my livin' quarters is completely froze solid 

I thaw it out with a heat ray 

 

Now I'm chillin' in a sauna, pulsatin' jet streams 

Peepin' out in virtual reality my wet dreams 

Perusin' my 21st century classic comics 

The fun is astronomic 

 

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I figured since I'm here I'll renew my galactic passport 

So I'm not persecuted by no galactic assholes 

Schemers on the ave with their holographic hat tricks 

Usin' magnetism to pick-pocket citizens 

 

Tourists walk around with memory apprehension glasses 

They attempt to capture the past tense 

Virtual junkies, burnt out and lost 

War veterans still trapped in the Holocaust 

 

Yes, I know all the answers 

Livin' in my true love's arms 

 

I'm sittin' on the porch readin' Cosmopolitan 

Peepin' all these dumb hoes with enhanced collagen 

I'm calling in sick today, big mistake 

This resulted in a final pay check and pink slip to say 

 

Replaced by my successor 'cause I missed my place 

Knowin' that the Rhyme Federation will miss my face 

Referred to as a big disgrace 

Now I'm free-lance with more risk to take 

 

Photos 

 

Now a rhymin' merk, findin' certified androids 

Hit a convention, signin' autographs for fan boys 

They admire my enhanced stanzas 

And how I dodge manhunts and security cameras 

 

Avoided apprehension in sub-atomic dimensions 

And even more impressive 'cause of what we livin' 

A self contained environment, I suggest I'm just a minor threat 

I see a thing of beauty fly as heck, standin' by her desk 

 

Paid her my respects, I was too scared to try to step 

So I deployed one of my androids with dialect 

Synthesized with my voice perfectly replicated 

Asked for her name, and was she married? "No, we're separated" 

 

Booty, hey, baby, you're lookin', you're lookin' real fine 

Your behind, you got 3 booty cheeks 

That's kind of unique for, for a [Incomprehensible] 

What say me and you hit the hot spot over at your house? 

 

I got a few sandwiches [Incomprehensible] would be eaten 

Yo, it's cool though, you got, you got one eye 

[Incomprehensible] trippin' though 

 

Listen you, me and you, we gon' places, baby 

We gon' far, go all the way to Mars, Venus 

We'll go to Venus if you want to 

Venus, Paris 'coz I got, haha 

 

Yes I know all the answers 

Livin' in my true love's arms 

Yes, I know all the answers 

Livin' in my true love's arms 

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