Parallel Thought - Before This lyrics

[Verse 1: Tame One] I've had more than half the game asking What happened to Tame [?] yelling I blew the spot like Mount St. Helen The spray paint fella Selling more units than Moon Zappa Came a long way from bathroom rapper Went from high school high to [?] as a freshman Didn't [?] yet, got kicked outta Arts And went to Vailsburg with Wyclef He was doing music theory I rocked the basement in the lunch rooms Slaved the tenth grade on mushrooms I wrote raps in grandma's front room I wanted the wealth, she thought I was nuts Mumbling to myself Making up bombs, my moms used to work [?] Introduced us, gave me the name, started a crew And then he produced us [?] with DJ [?] and Tamer We changed the name just to change the flavor To act out in strange behavior The backstory of my rap story is this It's mandatory, I'm tellin' it Put a beat under it, and then I'm sellin' it (that's right) [Verse 2: Del the Funky h*mosapien] Uh, Yeah, Your knight in funky armor Sir DZL early I predate the genre Honors and accolades, that's the way the sh** went Growing up in Oakland spitting for the whole district Gifted student but didn't do sh** but ill out Stealin' comics and for real to be honest Anything else I wanted Atari 2600 cartridges I hunted down Nintendo games when that came in But before that I ignored cla** Snored in the back in the dumbhead section Writing more raps, jaws get tapped Lunch money gets snatched My 6th grade teacher believed I wasn't stupid Got through my thick skull with computers But dig it, I was tutored at the college of arts and crafts As a young lad, I was sketchin' in pads Perfectin' the craft, I thought that was the way to go That was in the early 80's though Hip hop was young, so was I But already I could feel time slippin' by I was into poetry, cuz I was on a solo [?] My comprehension sk**s was noticeably Turning over the game, so the school administration Threw me in [?] cla**es, I used to hate that sh** I was a latchkey kid, I walked home from school Moms and Pops had to go and get food Scraped them for what they was makin' Not the happiest home but still I had my rapping and poems I didn't even get high 'til the 90's Didn't feel the need to, my life was simple, just a preview Before I even touched the EQ Before motherf**ers started calling me DZL (Chyeaah) [Verse 3: Tame One] I went from hard to deal with To hard to get, to hard to get defined Now to labels I'm too hard to listen to Making me too hard to sign I find most of you folks on Too much coke to be dope, but I smell you though That's why I sniff so much before these shows (Shhh) Enemies know, I reinforce the stereotype Here we go like I live off of [?] [Verse 4: Del the Funky h*mosapien] The fear in your mind, you need to go bury your mic Nefarious hype ain't gon' get you nowhere but sniped Broad daylight rhymes launch in aerial flight Bullseye, uh, pull the [?] from over your eyes This is [?] for the foes demise Nobody told you why cuz it's a cold world Antarctica in the heart of the [?] Cuz I gotta get paid no matter what happens Even though those who words stand firm like solid ground Is who I like hangin' around, banging the sound Changing the language of the arrangement and sound Breaking it down, I see [?] in the crowd, holdin' it down Hiero and whoever clique known to get down We can get down, notice the style Tame One is the one who wrote it but now I can take it and [?] it up a little bit you know with Drop like that [DJ Samples and Scratches]