[Verse 1: Tame One]
Me and Del speak and spell over beats so well
Yall b**h n***as [?] get f**ed like we in hotels
So poof, abracadabra, presto, that's it
The way we came together to put it down, its magic,
[?] lyrics, hash and spirits, liquor and such, with uppers and downers All around us,
Tell b**hes go get the dutch,
With Parallel Thought music added, the style is fat
With nothing up my sleeves, pull the rabbits out the hat
[Verse 2: Del the Funky h*mosapien]
Yo, yo, D-E-L the eager crowd pleaser
Let's get on with the procedure, procedure, procedure
I'm not a pleasure seeker, more like a student teacher and I'll make you a believer, believer, believer
With my brother Tame, gonna take over your brain like
Julius Caesar, Caesar, Caesar
Far from a preacher, what preachers do you know hang with n***as smokin' reefers
I'm the game master, Tame the game keeper
Can't f** with either, or Parallel Thought neither
Disbelievers get ethered