| People havin' memory loss, they don’t remember I’m the boss
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| You’re claustrophobic, when I close in
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| In on your men and your faculty, you wack’ll be
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| Out my face, you must be basin' if you think
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| That you could tackle the triumphant, I pump it, the volume
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| Increase as you mieces get sliced to pieces
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| Please listen to my album
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| Even if you’re white like talcum and unpaid get’cha stayin'
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| Tuned with my tune and I presume and see doom, designated
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| To anyone who stated a word against me, I serve an MC, simply
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| Put like my foot up your anus, ya Shamus
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| Tryin' to get over, I’ma go for mine
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| You know the time now that I’m older I’m gonna
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| Rip niggaz heads with the said salutations
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| Introducing Del and his bid for boostin' tails
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| Of my adventures, attempt to try
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| And you will limp or die, whichever I choose, you lose
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| Crews get ashamed 'cause we blame 'em for bitin'
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| You might win, if you start writin', and stop fightin' no time for games
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| I’ll rearrange my vocals in your headphones I hold 'til I get a answer
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| Acknowledge and abolish all the wack records
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| Hieroglyphics, you know, respected
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| Who caught the harm? |
| You bought the farm
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| If you’re a friend, there’s no need for alarm
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| Who caught the harm? |
| You bought the farm
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| If you’re a friend, there’s no need for alarm
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| I get juiced when I let loose a little of my cleverness
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| Up under my follicles with no mousse
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| Choose your weapon, you kept steppin'
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| You’re swept in a hurricane, Del’ll blow your brain
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| So your next generations of youth will be facin' the truth
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| And the truth is I’ll leave you with the loose tooth
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| Gums get split if you bit
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| I’ll extract the truth out your ass like I’m standin' in the pulpit
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| Or a lie detector wrecked ya sector, when you’re standing
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| I can swing, branding, expanding, on what I’m handing
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| To the people, 'cause we will, and you can’t say
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| A damn thing about it, if you doubt it
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| You’re already outta line, so let me remind your behind
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| About the switch which I used to bruise your bottom
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| That little nigga tried to cut, I caught him
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| He didn’t think that I would see that
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| So be that, and be off the D 'cause we rap
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| We sap the strength and lap the length around the whole course of time
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| And still got the time to unwind
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| Who caught the harm? |
| You bought the farm
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| If you’re a friend, there’s no need for alarm
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| Who caught the harm? |
| You bought the farm
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| If you’re a friend, there’s no need for alarm
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| Weak MC’s make me earl
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| Earl as your world is crushed because I gotta make you hush
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| You gotta be eliminated, the way I demonstrate it
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| You hate it, but still I am the greatest
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| Like a boxer, I’ma knock your socks off
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| Nowhere to run to, exits are blocked off
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| Steadily I’m dissin' men, I hope you’re listenin'
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| Brothers like my flow
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| Others ride my jock like a bicycle, but I’m psycho
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| Fools try to play me like Tyco, gotsta pull the rifle
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| Daisy, graze the ass with the bee-bee
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| It comes speedy, sign the peace treaty or you’ll be needin'
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| Medical attention when I leave you bleedin'
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| Throw a monkey wrench in your program
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| Crammed up your ass and it’s just too bad, son
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| Catch a bad one
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| Who caught the harm? |
| You bought the farm
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| If you’re a friend, there’s no need for alarm
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| Who caught the harm? |
| You bought the farm
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| If you’re a friend, there’s no need for alarm
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| Who caught the harm? |
| You bought the farm
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| If you’re a friend, there’s no need for alarm
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| Who caught the harm? |
| You bought the farm
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| If you’re a foe I’m gonna break your fuckin' arm
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| KnowhatI’msayin'? |
| Peace |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Catch a Bad One , by - Del The Funky Homosapien. Song from the album No Need For Alarm, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп