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Del Tha Funkee Homosapien
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Jaw Gymnastics
Lyricist:Teren Delvon Jones, Jonathan Owens
Check it out Uh, Del's back, go get ya life preserver Aquaman with the flow you might get murdered You get caught in the slipstream
When I was fifteen I was ripping, you were shoplifting My accent on rap is smashin' Emcees be past tense
Didn't make the draft pick Come get ya ass kicked You awful and slothful I'm Grease Lightning
Hit cha with shit that's uncalled for Leave ya jaw broke Tryna simulate Gimme a break
You rhyme purely functional Merely fills the gap I'm a rhymin' mercenary I'ma kill the track
My brainstorm 'cause a cloud bust Bring forth a rhyme like childbirth Style search Tearin' out the whereabouts of lyrics
Somethin' you don't care about I eviscerate your mental state Into strips of steak I'ma situate barbiturates to get you baked
Your feminine image is far from intimidating 'Cause my style you're imitating That's as sin as Satan Your corny insubordinate rhymes are like a porno flick
Prepare to Edgar Allan And spread ya talent thick You gotta problem with balancing Ya equilibrium is givin' up
Ya symmetry is imagery Your videos are pretty dope Big budget, but my poetry you covet Mega-destructive, you can't fuck with
I'm loony wit language This art form is truly endangered So I change it, never doing the same shit I'll make a profit off of oxygen
Phenomenon wit no homonyms Hit'em wit a sonic boom Eradicate ya naniploom Procure of insert a word wit hypodermic earnest
And leave ya burnin' like a furnace Poetry protagonist, leave you havin' strict Advocate of whatever I'm imagining That's what's happening
Party-goers call me Yoda I use my force with fortitude Just sure to groove Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com And support my crew
Hiero, vital Components in the lineage Of Hip-Hop heritage Where we go is limitless
Let's follow along with the rhyme y'all I bet some of y'all get lost and can't find y'all Just on a mission to let you know that I'm raw With the Jaw Gymnastics verbals for your minds y'all
I'm the difference between Hanna Barbara And Hanibal the Barbarian The metal stiletto ghetto cesarean Word carryin' clarion
My drum kicks got blood on a steel toe Nasty like crud on a dildo For real though Bram bisque gets bust And break a baller for his billfold
Better beware boy Before the shoddy make ya body prostrate Before they dope make ya eyes dilate My rhymes'll gyrate, irate
Liquid spills covering nine states liftin' crime rates Shiftin' earth plates, casual amongst the ranks of greats Bitch niggaz get treated and took out like dates They lightweights Have dat ass beggin' for another day like Nate
Your hard Boulevard facade'll get you scared Get cha shit served preserved Banned, canned and jarred
And labeled as a fable, ya unstable My methods on the mic make money under the table Pay-per-view Digital-TV, or Cable By cell phone, via satellite, or right at cha label
Hell, you can even send an email I rip that ass in 500K detail Use a seashell In an ocean of emotion Periless notions of my delicate delivery devotion
Minimal effort make are shit sound phat Delvon and Smash Boogie We gets down like that
You know I grab the mic And hit cha tit for tat Delvon and Smash Boogie We gets down like that
Let's follow along with the rhyme y'all I bet some of y'all get lost and can't find y'all Just on a mission to let you know that I'm raw With the Jaw Gymnastics verbals for your minds y'all
Let's follow along with the rhyme y'all I bet some of y'all get lost and can't find y'all Just on a mission to let you know that I'm raw With the Jaw Gymnastics verbals for your minds y'all
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