Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Signature Slogans, artist - Del The Funky Homosapien. Album song Both Sides Of The Brain, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Record label: Hiero Imperium
Song language: English
Signature Slogans |
Del, my main brain function is gang busting |
I aim dunking scrumptious gumption despite you assumptions |
I like lumping up dumb cuts with abundance |
Rhyme reservoirs that glitter like a gun bust (bloaw) |
Obnoxious to coppers and fake Hip-Hoppers |
They bite my steez and try to doctor my cross-words |
For the highest offer I plot the Oxford |
Poetical posture that gotcha, like the shocker |
Nocturnal burning herbals, playing Turbo Graphics |
Federal reserve your cabbage, you don’t deserve to have it |
Curb your habit, a fictional farce and fairy tales |
I know you very well, and rise to the top like Ariel |
Periscope’s up when I loc' up |
Landmine logistics, the digits ain’t listed |
I flood cupboards with natural disorder |
Cause when I hit the doja, I switch over |
I sent cobras amongst your rosebuds |
No buzz, not even from 500 pounds of Folgers |
Go get you a pass, you sniffing the ass |
Pay attention in class, cause if you do that |
You might… |
Get it in focus, didn’t you know this |
This mission is hopeless, pitiful poets didn’t get no wins |
My signature slogans splitting ya open |
Hittin' the dosha, told you that you’d better listen closer |
…Focus your mind |
My ryhme quality quantum armed when gone to lunch |
And you can come along with us |
My syllables savvy; |
Gravity’s entrapped in |
Cabins with brain seizures, so pack your aspirin |
Burn baby burn your chapped and blackened |
Like charcoal but our soul subtracts the saccharin |
And cheesy packaging, we be trafficking |
The contraband on a plantation after we break in |
Nothing can awaken, shaken your mind |
With blatant basement bombshells that keep strafing |
Have faith in Me and Paul |
The weed I freeze the remedial and eat 'em like a Peter Paul |
Beat em all fair and square, prepare for static |
I’m char-is-matic, from hair to fabric |
Avid aviator when I’m facing Vader, with divine sacks |
I leave your mind and your spine tapped |
Face the music, embrace the true sense |
Of pain, when I stomp your brain and leave shoe prints |
If you hot, then I’m the coolant |
I rule with ironclad mandibles, they trap you in a pencil |
When I’m upon the track, it’s a common fact, I’m bombing that |
Smash it like a pomegranate, better call in management |
Tandem mist of cannabis, random sniffs get you rambling |
The ambulance will handle that, examen facts |
Ferociously, you spoke to me like you close to me |
Like you folks with me, who you 'sposed to be? |
Next thing I know you’ll try to dose my weed |
Toast to me, cause I broke the speed barrier |
Repairing it is arrogance on your part |
Sure start the core operation, it’s hard to face him |
Cause bars away from an incarceration |
I ain’t into operations that ain’t making me |
Cake up cheese, give or take a G |
Feel the nature’s breeze on my naked knees but for leisure |
Do not disturb, I’ll kick you keisher |
Unleash the beast wars, take three-fourths |
When I leap forth, I resort to G Force |
You better creep soft, watch where your feet walk |
Or profile meets chalk by the see-saws |
Retard, coincidently, simply raw |
Fill out this entry form |
So we can get beyond the nifty song you dissed me on |
Now you the new contestant on my truth confessions |
Teach the youth a lesson they’re not used to getting |
I got a team of writers like the king of fighters |
That never seem to 'tire |
That’s the reason why you gotta… |