Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Worldwide , by - Del The Funky Homosapien. Song from the album No Need For Alarm, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 01.11.1993
Record label: Elektra
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Worldwide , by - Del The Funky Homosapien. Song from the album No Need For Alarm, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопWorldwide |
| 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… |