Del The Funky Homosapien - Samba Soul lyrics

[Verse 1: Del] It's Del baby back again now sh** gone change and it ain't gone change Wanna play games that's out of your range I got mad brains, I interpret things Precisely pick 'em apart, my day start with art Foul remarks are met with the tart Attitude, that is rude boy, buddy embark on a journey Boy, the tumble and dry keep turning I be burning the midnight oils Computer screens glaze while my ideas coil I'm a Leo, I veto my ego When I greet all my peoples I see through the evil Can't outfox this, I'm cautious with gob stoppers Who pop they choppers, uh, uh No go, I said so You're flaky like the outside bread on an egg roll Diesel, the measles, you don't wanna catch those Slap foes, dap bros, welcome to the black hole Let's all act now unless you cracked out My mouth spit math out, hope you don't pa** out [Hook] And we can do this with a bit of samba soul I want y'all to really get with it, let it hit your in the soul Can you dig it, can you dig, can you dig it? Yeah, yeah, yeah Out of sight, I knew you could So let's roll and get down with this soul [Verse 2: Del] Diesel neither come back or flow back, know that Cut off a limb this sh** grow back Slip it a kojak, blaze up a drosack Just so I can get in the Bo black Hoes that's difficult Just cause they weak inside, like speaking lies I'll ignore them, symptom of boredom who*es come in dozens, plus they a dime a dozen No time for fronting, better find em something My motto is don't be saying sh** You don't be doing and you won't be ruined I don't be fooling, I hope these useless gooses stop the foolishness They're excuses merely lead to my inclusive Clairvoyance about a fear of enjoyment Of hoes trying to snare 'em a billionaire boyfriend *****, your *****'s not gonna hold me My mind calisthenics is my whole motif, my flow go deep Know those streets from the solo creep Know those beats, so don't sleep That's how you get taken unaware Aching for a share, hating on a playa Never wanna look toward, just sit there and look bored And got the nerve to be materialistic When knowledge ain't nowhere on their wish list And then they blow they whole goal Don't even recognize inside they own soul And then they blow they whole goal Don't even recognize inside they own soul [Hook] D-E-L the man, you know he'll rock it too Whenever you hand him a microphone to use He is down to business, you know that he don't play So just bear witness to that samba soul he display [Hook]