| Check it out
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| Uhhh
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| Del’s back, go get ya life preserver
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| Aquaman with the flow you might get murdered
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| You get caught in the slipstream
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| When I was fifteen
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| I was ripping
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| You were shoplifting
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| My accent on rap is smashin'
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| Emcees be past tense
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| Didn’t make the draft pick
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| Come get ya ass kicked
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| You awful
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| And slothful
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| I’m grease lightning
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| Hit cha with shit that’s uncalled-for
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| Leave ya jaw broke
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| Tryna simulate
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| Gimme a break
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| You rhyme purely functional
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| Merely fills the gap
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| I’m a rhymin’mercenary
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| I’ma kill the track
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| My brainstorm cause a cloud bust
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| Bring forth a rhyme like childbirth
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| Style search
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| Tearin’out the whereabouts of lyrics
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| Somethin’you don’t care about
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| I eviscerate your mental state
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| Into strips of steak
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| I’ma situate barbituates to get you baked
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| Your feminine image is far from intimidating
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| Cause my style you’re imitating
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| That’s as sin as Satan
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| Your corny insubordinate rhymes are like a porno flick
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| Prepare to Edgar Allan and spread ya talent thick
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| You gotta problem with balancing
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| Ya equilibrium is givin’up
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| Ya symmetry is imagery
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| Your videos are pretty dope
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| Big budget
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| But my poetry you covet
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| Mega-destructive
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| You can’t fuck with
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| I’m loony wit language
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| This artform is truly endangered
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| So I change it, never doing the same shit
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| I’ll make a profit off of oxygen
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| Phenomenon wit no homonyms
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| Hit’em wit a sonic boom
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| Eradicate ya naniploom
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| Procure of insert a word wit hypodermic earnest
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| And leave ya burnin’like a furnace
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| Poetry protagonist
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| Leave you havin’strict
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| Advocate of whatever I’m imagining
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| That’s what’s happening
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| Party-goers call me Yoda
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| I use my force with fortitude
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| Just sure to groove
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| And support my crew
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| Hiero
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| Vital
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| Components in the lineage
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| Of Hip-Hop heritage
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| Where we go is limitless
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| Let’s follow along with the rhyme y’all
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| I bet some of y’all get lost and can’t find y’all
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| Just on a mission to let you know that I’m raw
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| With the Jaw Gymnastics verbals for your minds y’all
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| I’m the difference between Hanna Barbara and Hanibal the Barbarian
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| The metal stiletto ghetto cesarean
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| Word carryin’clarion
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| My drum kicks got blood on a steel toe
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| Nasty like crud on a dildo
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| For real though
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| Bram bisque gets bust and break a baller for his billfold
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| Better beware boy before the shoddy make ya body prostrate
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| Huh
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| Before they dope make ya eyes dilate
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| My rhymes’ll gyrate
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| Irate
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| Liquid spills covering nine states
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| Liftin’crime rates
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| Shiftin’earth plates
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| Casual amongst the ranks of greats
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| Bitch niggas get treated and took out like dates
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| They lightweights
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| Have dat ass beggin’for another day like Nate
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| Your hard
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| Boulevard facade’ll get you scared
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| Get cha shit served preserved
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| Banned, canned and jarred
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| And labeled as a fable
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| Ya unstable
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| My methods on the mic make money under the table
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| Pay-Per-View, Digital-TV, or Cable
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| By cell phone, via satellite, or right at cha label
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| Hell, you can even send an email
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| I rip that ass in 500K detail
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| Use a seasheall
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| In an ocean of emotion
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| Periless notions of my delicate delivery devotion
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| Minimal effort make are shit sound phat
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| Delvon
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| And Smash Boogie
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| We gets down like that
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| You know I grab the mic
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| And hit cha tit for tat
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| Delvon
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| And Smash Boogie
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| We gets down like that
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| Ha |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Jaw Gymnastics , by - Del The Funky Homosapien. Song from the album Both Sides Of The Brain, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп