Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Worldwide, artist - Del The Funky Homosapien. Album song No Need For Alarm, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.11.1993
Record label: Elektra
Song language: English
Worldwide |
Del: |
Who is the two like the Blues Brothers? |
Unicron: |
Yeah, who does it? |
Del: |
Me &you kid |
we bruise dozens |
&hundreds of kids |
havin’fun with the wiz |
that’s me and, |
Unicron: |
Unicron, the inhuman on the mic |
Yikes! |
(Zoinks!) |
Del: |
Lazer zaps saps who can’t rap |
they sound like beginners |
I slam then I pin ya send ya to the hospital |
I gots the flow |
no nigga dare step |
you’ll get your hair swept |
off the floor when I clip ya button ya lip ya even if the record skips |
I still rip (Damn that nigga still rips!) |
total rivers |
equip ya punk posse |
ya got lots to see |
days to come |
before you raise from dumb to smarter |
rippin’apart a poser |
bend 'em |
inside out, like Yoga |
I’m a nice person on the inside |
but men hide |
when you and your friend die |
but a hand to the strangler |
the Beni Hanna chopper |
and we oughtta pop ya and crop ya cause we’re sick of that shit (Sick of it!) |
I’m about to have a fit |
&split ya head |
&kick ya bitch, in the tits |
they’re tender |
mixin’niggas brains like a blender |
I kick rhymes like these to inja |
and end ya off ya never comin’softer |
this is not the best I can offer |
I’ma save some for later |
you ain’t greater |
than the man |
with a plan |
and the brand that his name |
and I hate ya. |
Unicron: |
I’m the youngsta |
with the swift tongue, |
and the kid that lives up the street |
over Jon’s beat |
I make rappers eat turds and hay |
it doesn’t matter what version you play |
I will still slay |
a crowd a rhymers |
and Del how’d I find ya? |
Del: |
That one summer years ago I shoulda signed ya. |
Unicron: |
Just a quick reminder |
for those who find a problem with me |
I’ll put you on noid like a T &T timer |
and there’s only 20 seconds |
now I’m 16 |
and yes fiend to wreck shit |
I throw temper tantrums |
that’s my anthem |
I’m not very big |
but you phuck with me, you’ll be like Jerry’s kids |
phucked up, &that's tough luck |
Unicron has never backed down from a tough phuck |
that’s what lubricated Trojans are for |
cause I know, when the corn hits the tip |
I got the dip |
flip &they suckin’on my nipples |
and I will have a fut, too |
cause I get excited when I ride it fun while it lasted |
Cas, did you like |
when I did a song, back in the day with the Del-a-ray? |
(That's me!) |
Get a patna |
I’m glad you got the chance |
to enhance the Jive roster |
I’m a foster kid |
but Del hooked me now I look free when I’m out, |
Del: And I’m out… |