Del The Funky Homosapien - Press Rewind lyrics

Check my comprehensive catalog of crafts I'm daffed, I battle all like I don't have it all Avant-garde, battlestar Galactica Got rhymes per capita I'm shining through the aperture But I'm not gonna bust no caps for ya That's another genre, I'm the black bomber Track charmer, sack burner Distract burdens if it ain't that urgent Nerve prints word sentinel, invisible, infidel interstellar Hella clever, endeavors immeasurable With only heaven to go incredible Melodramatic wit tales from the tablet You fail 'cause you average Regardless of your sells and your status You extra baggage I bamboozle like I'm mobbin' in a land cruiser Down MacArthur, artistic archer, autistic misfit You'll get the sickness When I spit the wickedness And split cha wig like Kid Icarus Leave you headless like Icky-bod I infuriated, tick you off, stick to Pop Hip-Hop's too difficult to me, it's a cult Lyrics lacerated, slit cha throat Beat cha brain down like Piscopo with Smith Colt I don't know, Different Strokes So respect me for I whip out ol' Betsy Surgically remove you from my testes Purposely improve you just to see who the best be But sold up s**y Take a poll and know the prestige Large lefty, I automate, animate, my soul sanitation Like I gotta canvas painting manifestions Eh, who's ever hearin' this, Deltron-Z be a lyricist Frontin' on your fake false appearances Drive you delirious, dead serious The eeriest mic mysterious Eh peep, who's ever hearin' this, Deltron-Z be a lyricist Frontin' on your fake false appearances Drive you delirious, dead serious The eeriest mic mysterious Go ahead, try symbiosis But most rap artist don't have any focus Think they flippin' chips, try penny brokers Kipsco or pennyloafers Get my album I'll show you how it's done Delateous, hella atrocious wit' vocals My throat holds verbal choke pose Po-po's in ya scrolls, my goals are not rifles I flow scrimmage like the Microdots You might go pop and I might grow crops Go get the gestapo, you riskin' a pot full of gold Pull a zodiac sign to halftime Reenact rhymes from a past life of a flashlight Man, you don't know the half Dash right to the phonograph Blow your balderdash Coordinates confirm, subordinates will learn My ordnance is stern so supportin' my fern Is the only way in this lonely age where you goin' crazed Your style is sold and paid for 'cause I made more Water emcees like a bayshore Bullets graze doors In Oakland where they lay law Del is going AWOL wit' napalm Eight bombs taped to my arms like the town crier Now miser, strider, spit exciter, rippin' plywood Forget beef cakin' lyrical cheapskates Try Del and win the sweepstakes What I make is so hot, it's seethin' Off the deep end, stop your breathin' Caught cha sleepin' Now you're peekin' like you've eaten A hundred microdots wreck your equinox Delete every piece of props Leave your perforated, curb your hatred Deserve your matrix in the Word Olympics Completely furnished wit' burners like Ted Turner I broadcast the cla**ics, fabulous, fantastic Peep, who ever hearin' this, Deltron-Z be a lyricist Frontin' on your fake false appearances Drive you delirious, dead serious The eeriest mic mysterious Hey, who ever hearin' this, Deltron-Z be a lyricist Frontin' on your fake false appearances Drive you delirious, dead serious The eeriest mic mysterious And the survey says "Go practice or something, man" You know peace