| I never had real friends 'til now
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| I never had to steal endz 'cause that’s foul
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| I walk the streets with the baseball bat feelin’secure
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| but I try not to incite fights that’s immature
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| actions that come back to haunt
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| I work hard to get the things that I want
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| and never flaunt
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| never post where the most guys post high
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| I keep my focus towards the ground
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| and pound
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| any brother who’s my ace to my face
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| even if snakes on the unda'
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| I try not to wonda'
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| trainin’my brain wit’mental anguish
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| strange, it’s rather eerie
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| clearly
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| just a whim
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| I adjust the hymn
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| deal with the dealers and the squealers and the jockeys
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| I can take the fizz out the carbonated copy
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| imprints are made in the sand as I walk
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| dim hints reveal rather grand as I talk
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| small individuals seem larger
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| when they take charge of their antics
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| makin’them gigantic
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| so you never suspect their neck bein’strained
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| so many situated thoughts in the brain
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| heavy weight gain
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| so I weight train
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| 'cause to me the weight gain
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| is a great gain
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| and I hate sane individuals
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| close they nose to new aromas
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| I got the smellin’salts that are prone ta'
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| clear the nasal, daze
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| you’ll probably make a raise to a new level
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| and see the true devil
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| any color ya wish because the devil takes any shape,
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| any form
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| any swarm
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| ride over your dish like a picnic
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| I think the sick shit
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| I had my wrist slit
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| like a suicide
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| but I survived
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| and you can too
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| plan to live a full life free of anxieties
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| while you’re at it try to keep an eye on me The man with meditation skills
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| wastin’spills, lyrical liquid
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| fillin’streams
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| wit’dreams
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| and I will cream whoever seems wicked
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| oral floral arrangements
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| is strange since
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| you don’t have the comprehension
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| I will stop and lynch them
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| I’m not the one promotin’gun totin'
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| 'cause I contain within my brain these computations just as potent
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| the mental torturer of course you will acknowledge me
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| 'cause Mr. Twister places pictures, mental fixtures of photography
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| shitty little bitties never get their clitties done, but I don’t think
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| they’ll resist
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| Mr. Twister
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| when I flex my verbal techs.
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| exit
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| mental anorexic
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| I don’t cater to the imbecile so you can bet this
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| is a brain buster
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| pain thruster
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| strain twister
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| overwhelming pressure between the temples when I touch the microphone
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| I might condone
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| the usage of abuse if it is convenient
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| I slant and lean it like a lever when I leave ya mutilated
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| by my enuciated cleaver
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| I survived the ither and the either
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| now let me take a breather
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| (PAUSE)
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| From my own little world,
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| little girls, little boys
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| stay free of hurries
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| free of worries
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| that’s riddle poised for posterity
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| where are we goin’from here
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| as a ho
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| and I don’t know
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| and that’s the biggest feeaaar
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| when I’m flippin’into daaarknesss
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| now I’m askin’can I spark this?
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| It’s D-E-L y’all
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| from Hieroglyphics y’all
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| sayin’peeeeace.. . |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Eye Examination, artist - Del The Funky Homosapien. Album song The Best Of Del Tha Funkee Homosapien [The Elektra Years]: The B-Boy Handbook, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп