| Hi everybody. |
| It’s Del the Funky Homosapien, down with Hieroglyphics
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| Dopest crew in the World, coming with the new '96 shit! |
| Check it out
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| D-E-L will («Lick you wid our lyrics!»)
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| Hieroglyphics will («Lick you wid our lyrics!»)
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| D-E-L will, you know, you know!
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| Hieroglyphics will
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| Fuck you up!
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| It’s me, really me, not a look-alike
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| I know some sound alike but when I’m around a mic
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| Niggas cut! |
| You know the skit
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| Del ultimate
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| Rapper international, with that rational style
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| I get the, shit off my consciousness and
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| Pull out the compasses
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| I’m on some shit you ain’t around, in the town, clown!
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| Rebound!
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| Go get on your intercom and call
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| Your weakass crew so I can call protocol
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| I don’t give a shit, I wants to get lit («yeah!»)
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| Split the Philly roll that bitch!
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| And it better hits correct and right
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| Make sure po-po out of sight
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| Or they gonna have us locked up tonight, sike!
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| We in the cut with the best bomb available
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| Peelt out laughin' in a trail of smoke
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| Oaktown, where niggas get down in more ways than one
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| It don’t stop till the raising sun
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| Mentally unstable with the rhymes that rock yo' cradle
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| The author of fatal flows that liquidate emcees
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| Then I scoop 'em with a ladle
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| I stay ill and psyched
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| Outta my mind with mics but gotta be in before sunlight
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| Emcees approach me with chains of garlic
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| But their brains are targets
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| Then I dump off the carcass
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| A lot of niggas fuss just 'cuz we the best for us
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| Niggas faker with they raps than the Snuffleluffagus
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| Lifts and bends, I recommend
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| Before I make blood suspend
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| When I check that chin
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| It’s common knowledge Mr. Del demolish («You ain’t know?»)
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| Taking you back to the days of cornbread and collards, come on!
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| («Lick you wid our lyrics!»)
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| D-E-L will («Lick you wid our lyrics!»)
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| Hieroglyphics will («Lick you wid our lyrics!»)
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| D-E-L will («Lick you wid our lyrics!»)
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| Hieroglyphics will («Lick you wid our lyrics!»)
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| D-E-L will («Lick you wid our lyrics!»)
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| Hieroglyphics will («Lick you wid our lyrics!»)
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| D-E-L will («Lick you wid our lyrics!»)
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| Hieroglyphics will («Lick you wid our lyrics!»)
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| D-E-L will («Lick you wid our lyrics!»)
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| Yeah!
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| I perceive more than the average madness
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| Niggas get the giggles when they find my shit is pivotal
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| The radical, hip-hop fanatical who do what’s natural
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| Actual fact, no tact, you’ll get intercepted!
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| Kept it away, from emcees 'cuz they
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| Wouldn’t know what to do wit' it
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| Pursuing it don’t mean you gonna catch it
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| I slay willing women backwards on the mattress
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| At this access got niggas yackin'
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| I’m crackin' safes and niggas actin' fake
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| I got the date to arrange your weight
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| About spent every cent on the bomb
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| Fuck being calm, I’m like a shell-shocked vet from 'Nam
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| So turn to Psalms, get your palms off my dick
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| Before I go sick and make yo' ass hit the bricks
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| I used to stay on 57th the resident bussed to havin' it
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| To stay out late at night 'cuz none of these niggas is Heaven-sent
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| I’m bent, puffin' killer-Cali hit the vent
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| I lend my voice to tracks, as we’s the instrument
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| A Public Service Announcement on how I house shit
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| I hope your blouse fit, bitch, you fight with fists
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| But if I ask you «Let's battle» you might resist
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| I wax that ass on Pay-Per-View and invite Tha Liks
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| The steel-cage grudge-match where there’s no escape
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| I’ll peel that cap like bananas to apes
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| Oh yeah! |
| them niggas, it figures
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| The masterminds behind the rhymes you claim were yours
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| We lick off with rhymes like Nas and make your brains stain the floors
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| At last we clash under the overpass
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| (speaking)
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| Del: Damn, we’ve been waiting here for hella long, since 12
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| Opio: I’m tellin' you, man, they don’t wanna see me on the mic
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| I’m tellin' you
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| Del: All these fake ass niggas
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| Opio: That’s why they ain’t came
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| They heard me, man, they done heard me, man, I’m tellin' you
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| Del: Talkin' about they the freestyle masters, they’ll get they ass ate
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| Opio: And they sound just like you anyway, man, we out on these fools
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| Del: I know man, let’s be out
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| Yeah! |
| We got the beat («You know!»)
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| («Lick you wid our lyrics!»)
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| There ain’t no doubt about it, we got the beat («You know!»)
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| («Lick you wid our lyrics!»)
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| From Oakland, to all around the World («You know!»)
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| («Lick you wid our lyrics!»)
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| You know what? |
| We got the beat
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| («Lick you wid our lyrics!») («You know!»)
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| Bye! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lyric Licking , by - Del The Funky Homosapien. Song from the album Future Development, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп