Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Future Development, artist - Del The Funky Homosapien. Album song Future Development, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Record label: Hiero Imperium
Song language: English
Future Development |
Earth to Del, Earth to Del, Earth to Del do you read me? |
Do you copy Del? |
It seems we’ve lost radio contact |
Descend for warp speed so you can recieve transmission |
Each rap is texture-mapped to perfection |
A 3-D world for you to step in I leave MC’s stranded on asteroids |
Floatin through the void of space |
Del the black man, African back again |
Crackin windshields, so I can heal your souls |
When you feel my flows |
A wild beast when I piece together beats like puzzles |
MCs feel muzzled like dobermans |
Its over when you try duplicate |
And then your tooth’ll ache for tryin to sink your teeth in Meetin your maker, Del the caretaker here break your life |
Away from you faker the Tammy Faye Baker |
I shake your brain up like Quaker Oats |
For tryin to memorize my maniacal quotes |
The funk coats your eardrums, Oaklands where we’re from |
The deviant, workin feverishly but easily |
Eagerly awaiting your arrival |
Hide all you cowards |
You’re powerless I’m live and in technicolor and tumorous |
Your humorous, my rhymes are numerous |
I’m too elaborate in my habitat |
With words that hit your skull like a battle ax, imagine that |
I’m actually destined cause I’m acutal perfection |
Equals natural selection with rhymes as my secret weapon |
This involvement in my newest installment |
Is dissolved in the chains on your brains like solvent |
I can’t call it, all it means is my genes |
Comes from supreme beings, ancestors ya can’t step ta No way out come right in, writin incredible shit |
They can’t meddle with us Future development is too intelligent |
Future development, too too intelligent |
No way out come right in, writin incredible shit |
You can’t meddle with us And you say it, And niggaz are still frontin with that |
old technology shit, why is this soundin garbage? |
To many fans and not enough artists |
Niggaz frontin heartless like they packin ultra cartriges |
You ain’t gonna smoke me, you smoke weed |
I’ve seen some sick characters and they ain’t scared a ya The true soldiers who will unload on your intersect |
Not me I’m into Tex and Mex |
Giant robos and ponos, and road shows |
I like to blow dough on the latest, not the status quo though |
More pull than yo-yo duncan |
Puttin passion in my rappin like a tongue kiss and right on by the hundreds |
With no bass the foundation crumbles |
Like niggaz bumble they whole life over rumbles |
Scandals, sure you got hand skills |
But unless you gonna be a boxer who’s gonna offer |
Your hand scrill? |
(Nobody) I used to program computers |
Now I make manuvers on the mic to screw ya On the ole, how it goes how the flow for the uninitiated |
Plus on the side, get my own life sitiated |
You know writin lyrics in between lines |
Play some Samauri Spirits, oops |
Drop funky like defecation, poop |
Leavin ya mute moose, speechless |
Niggaz blackin out like an eclipse |
No defense for your pretense |
Which is just a feat to proposal |
Towards your disposal |
Del flow solo, fully mobilized the wise words |
So niggaz can get the total |
Perception, perfection destined for greatness |
Etched in your consciousness, metaphorically monstrous |
Future development is too intelligent |
Future development too too intelligent |