Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On the Ball, artist - Del The Funky Homosapien. Album song Gate 13, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.04.2018
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
On the Ball |
Welcome back, welcome back… |
I don’t know if you’ve noticed |
But we have some special guests here tonight with us |
Get on up, you know who are |
Yeah, once again, live… |
Let’s play a game called Simon Says |
Let’s see if you can find some bread |
Since niggas act like they found the steps |
Find out I’m five steps ahead |
They got ditched, left in a trench |
The foot soldiers missed some steps |
Looks like they gotta retrace their tracks |
Or face what’s in my missile rack |
Zoom, boom, erase their past |
This the future, we laid our path |
We thought about it, we made our plan |
They can’t catch that with a radar scan |
Played y’all cast, no addition |
They missed the show, no admission |
They be actin', they won’t admit it |
A fallen star in the solar system |
I wanna know what’s really going on |
What’s behind that wall? |
I know that I’m not off |
They paint a pretty picture but I see the writing on the wall |
As soon as they miss a shot, they see ‘em on the ball |
My word is law, I know they heard that part before |
I broke it down to pieces, it’s a puzzle to them all |
They think they right on, they couldn’t be more wrong |
Well, put this shit together, I can’t do it for you all |
They think too small, figure that they’re big shots |
If they got the combination, why they gotta pick the lock? |
They laughin' in my face thinking they gon' crack the safe |
But I planned this from the gate, I just watch ‘em take the bait |
It’s easy to catch a rat—just put some cheese on the trap |
Shipwrecked, they want a raft—about to take a piranha bath |
They outta pocket, I respond and act—that don’t teach ‘em, karma can |
They sold out for a bargain and, now they wonder why they heart the man |
I wanna know what’s really going on |
What’s behind that wall? |
I know that I’m not off |
They paint a pretty picture but I see the writing on the wall |
As soon as they miss a shot, they see ‘em on the ball |
Your intellect so microscopic |
We kindly request you stay off topic |
Me and my friend won’t conform for profit |
Been that way since Wheaties and lozenge |
Oh, won’t you hand me one while I mop this |
Mannequin masquerade, that’s my nautilus |
Trying to ascertain as talk shit |
Walking Dead coming off so obnoxious |
High off the Xanax and they think they rockin' |
Put ‘em in a panic, it be stripped of nonsense |
But I did not come to kill your cons |
I came to uplift, enrich, and launch this |
Terrible terrific ceremony of mosh pits |
Sucked into the middle of your moniker mantra |
Middle finger dangling a double entendre |
We fuckin' it up and you fuck it up with the drama |
Don’t try to blame me |
It’s been sighted, you can’t see |
Wrong page, basically |
In plain English—they can’t read |
Situations, they can’t escape it |
And now they on a hate spree |
Poppin' shit like I can’t peep |
But sooner or later, they gotta face me |
If they got a bone to pick, it’s best |
To do that shit in the flesh |
Simple—in theory, yes |
In practice— |
Petro, they gotta let go of ego they hide behind |
They would rather try to lie, enslave mentally, the highest crime |
I wanna know what’s really going on |
What’s behind that wall? |
I know that I’m not off |
They paint a pretty picture but I see the writing on the wall |
As soon as they miss a shot, they see ‘em on the ball |
On the ball… |