Del The Funky Homosapien - Nano Salt lyrics

[Verse 1: Opio] I get mine, you b**hes snore for slalom Big blunts back-to-back, Corinthian columns Just ask Skimp, he got a hole in the pena-joint We got Sequoia style woods and they dipped in oil Royal, flagged gold floating like a hydrofoil Down the Tigris river for miles, it coils and curves And oh boy got the nerve, absurd in his mind think he won't get served [Verse 2: Tajai] By the rhyme scintillating Move like a chasing, quite titillating You guys fugazi I'd stick to hating if I were you Do what you do, your whole shtick power you So stick to the rivers and roads You n***as dove for the kids start the river it blows You n***as don't got the jaw to withstand pitfall in quicksand A savage gab that marges standards Rap style is small you lavish and expansive Grab me as you babble manhandle over the cancel Tougher than cancer, rougher than dancer feet Methodical, I master it [Verse 3: Casual] Ay, the flow in me, doo All fall throwing berries in your Hembi route You look back, "damn, Lias, they ran by us" Didn't say deal wouldn't coming on the flier Don't trip, I give a grip like hand pliers Bloods**ers hate my shine, they ran by us Empires, the driest my raps recoil Backwood blunts and flaxy royal It's Hiero you better bet on us A train with 20 rooms a rap and 6 floors of editors I'm telling ya, you better get more competitors We go in there's no when we pop up the form predators [Verse 4: Del tha Funkee h*mosapien] Jealous of us? Fall back You ain't all that, call that what you want Have a tall gla** of Haterade on the rocks While Hiero spread like smallpox We unorthodox jump off the jot Numeric designations were placed on whoever hesitating Next here 'vestigation to see why y'all lack application I encapsulate aggravation, your antiquation cancellation And you can't say sh**, be quiet We rob or breaking sh** down in East Fiber The quagmire, ask us to add fire Strengthen you up on the embankment Tanking, draw your weapon you trace it My oil painting that's ever-changing Colors of a Rubik's cube loopty-loop Do hoops of producing Q, stupid fool [Verse 5: Phesto Dee] I be castrating MCs with a straight razor Cause my styles cut mad straight in these large angles Hard times is my star spangle Hip-hop national anthem in my anthology Pantheon Gargantuan, eat you and your man up Like Magnus Prime, my mantel's hard, avant garde With a mechanical advantage I'm failing for Bet you get your can of loaf flight we ban 'em boy Can't afford a bucket let alone Nantucket We stuck with them tail tucker You act luster, your Mac sluggish I spark plug these chicks like hard d** And Bacardi dark rum in the party song