| It’s D-E-L tha Funkee Homosapien to the rescue
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| I’m solo and threw a bolo and left two
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| Dancers back on Soul Train
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| And ya know Soul Train get the phat doodie stain
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| Now what ya gonna do with the board with no talent
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| Using step 1 and step 2 to keep the show valid
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| Let’s have a vote and try to register our ballots
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| And realize a Hammer’s just a mallet
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| Toss him like a salad cause he ain’t truly gifted
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| Now the party’s lifted by the crew Hieroglyphics
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| Golly-wolly, not another Elvis and Priscilla
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| Ice is cool, but I can’t stand Vanilla
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| Because he takes a style and tries to mock it
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| Ain’t nothin' personal, G, but I’m kinda into chocolate
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| It’s all about the black, and it’s like that
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| And I’m so laid back cause I smoked a phat sack
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| Plus I’m almost through & done with a whole 40-dog of Olde English 800
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| Now I peep ya concept
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| Ya think ya got a rep?
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| Dance all day, while I’m pissin' on your steps
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| No Del is not a mean fellow
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| Just because I wanna turn your dance shoes yellow
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| See I’m rather mellow, some call it lazy
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| Me and myself and I ain’t with the daisies
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| Cause I’m no goddamn flower
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| And every single dancer in circumference receives a golden shower
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| I’m here to insult
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| The Hip hop John Travolta
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| Ya think ya all that but really you’re shorter than a midget
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| I don’t fidget
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| With the ballet
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| Fuck a dancer Because that’s what my pals say
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| And brothers don’t shake ya rumps
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| Wearin' biker shorts is like chokin' on ya nuts
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| Because ya might end up with a cramp or a hernia
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| And that’s much worse, than a fine girl burnin' ya
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| Plus it ain’t fly for you to have your behind
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| Blasted all out like a feline
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| See I’m givin' you advice, make ya think twice
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| Cause dance groups don’t last past Minute Rice
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| So change ya concept
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| Acquire some skills on the mic while I’m pissin' on your steps
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| «I gotta take a leak for the weak…» |