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