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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Del the Funky Homosapien
Vocals
The Hyrogliphics
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
A-Plus
Songwriter
Casual
Songwriter
Del
Songwriter
Opio
Songwriter
Tajai
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
A-Plus
Producer
Casual
Producer
Del
Producer
Opio
Producer
Tajai
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Mista, twista, getcha
Every single time, and I rhyme like I know, so I flow
With the gifted tongue and the cryptic brung
New phrases into the mazes, play this
[Verse 2]
Two times a day with the day-o
Day-ay-ayo and the daylight come
I plum forgot what a wack rhyme was
Because I buzz like a bee in the ears of my peers
[Verse 3]
So they know, and I know, we all know they know
Daylight come and me wanna go home
Cool
No tool, no Smith and Wesson
Just an opposite so I can pop a bit of
Shit on the mic when I get on the mic
I ricochet a bit on the mic
And I like it, just like the girl on one, two
D-E-L will C-R-U-S-H anyone who
Makes advances when I'm incognito
Veto is the answer when I prance upon your skull like a Frito
Finito, but I ain't finished
Till I let the flipside ride till the rhythm is diminished
[Verse 4]
I would if I could, but I ain't, 'cause I can't
Time for me to law down the law, who's raw?
You saw the views from the shoes of the writer
Stronger than a Cisco and you're like a cider
Watery
Try to win the lottery before you try to slaughter me
Because I'm not the G
To be stepped to, kept you on your toes
As my rep grew, I leapt through negative foes
[Verse 5]
So you better get flows to counteract what we've done
Received one good 'cause I'm armed like a sleeve, son
Plead dumb and step back as I wreck shop
Collect respect, props and deck the next prop artist
The hardest is the one who don't pass out
If Tyson's last name was Rophone, I'd knock his ass out
The bigger the better, the better the bigger is
Whenever you figure this **** is gettin' his
[Verse 6]
Be real and don't kill with flaws, the ill cause
Just answer to the boss, and that's when you lost
Keep on losing, I'm using many tactics
I yearn to earn more green than Saint Patrick
And I make backs if you get caught fronting
New bought a Newport, but I puff a blunt in
[Verse 7]
I needs no Sugar Crisp to get swift
So what with two syllables exemplifies the gift?
Tajai, I sense those who try to scale my ladder
Bladders release upon your porch if you don't cease
I response with beats and will distraction
When I see one fatter than Rerun, so what's happening?
[Verse 8]
It's not where you're from, it's just how you come
Correct, respect the roughneck, 'cause 'nuff get
Bucked and tucked into their beds like "Nighty, nighty"
Deft of the membrane, none left 'cause I'm a righty
Fight these, you'll catch volleys for your follies and mistakes
I stick fakes with shanks, so no thanks
[Verse 9]
Wack shit, your raps are ineffectual
I get in butt styles like a hard-up homosexual
Not for sex when you're at the intersection of damage
Sandwich knuckles are what your luck pulls
Bad ones, catch one or two, rather a few
A slew for soft ass phonies plus your cronies
Try me, you'll catch my Vans in your hiney
That's if my bat grip slips, though I doubt it
Pout if you want to, covertly to find me
But I see more than them candies, nothing gets by me
So play the tracks, and you'll go out like Betamax
Next to Tajai, 'cause I kicks the greater tracks
[Verse 10]
Bob your head to this, mischievous, soul societal
Idle chatter never slips off the lips of this writer
Might not be the greater innovator of the rhyme scheme
My style is the Visine to get your eyes opening
This Raggedy Ann gets dandy like a lion in the meadow
While the teapots blow off steam like a kettle
You're hip-to-the-hop, I kick, I trip the light fantastic
Gettin' into the groove, better than a phonographic
The vandal with the vocals making the locals go insane
The regal rhymer speaks the sustenance for the brain
[Verse 11]
Get frisky with the phrases as you praise us like divinity
The one of liberated soul controls for infinity
Got style by the square mile, cats got a vibe child
Hieroglyphics will uplight the rhythms for the meanwhile
Articulate my lingo as I mingle in my medium of speech
And peace to prop prophets as I ponder and teach
A smidgen of religion to the fraudulent
Listen, pay attention, I'm the master of this convention
[Verse 12]
Kick the wicked and wily styley while you're stuttering just like Smiley
Skipping shingles of your shattered dreams, too bad it seems you tried me
The wise and wordy wizard pays a visit to your subconscious
Crush your wonderland, extinguish all the nonsense
Optimistic, stylistic, mystic myth, I'm swift
Like Mercury, mercy me, I'll surely shoot the gift
[Verse 13]
People call me souped up just because I'm livin' fat
People call me nasty, it's because I eat the cat
And I swing a bat to level heads, leaving devils dead
Never said never 'cause a clever head's better
Dreads locked on the top of my crop, never flaky
If this was a field, then Bo Jackson couldn't shake me
Bake me, Betty Crocker's oven isn't hot enough
If you wanna spread the skins, then I got a lotta stuff
Not a bluff, got a tough guy thinkin' twice
[Verse 14]
Why step? 'Cause a fly rep, I kept my stepladder
I had a fatter spliff I was hittin' on
Now it's just a smidgen, like a pigeon I'll be shittin' on
Sittin' on a futon, slippin' my Timb boots on
I'm the type of brother that ya have to get ya troops on
[Verse 15]
Oops, I'm sorry 'cause I didn't mean to diss you
I could hook a ho and make her blow like I was tissue
Mary had a little lamb, Adam got a lotta dough
Need help with your garden? Skyline got a lotta hoes
Yo, I didn't mean hoes, I meant women
If she got the pool, I got the trunks, let's go swimming
[Verse 16]
Dip, dip, dive 'cause I'm live
Liver than five or ten of the men on my jock
You don't stop
Here a pimp, there a pimp, everywhere a pimp, pimp
This A-Plus grades the quiz, so there it is
Written by: A-Plus, Casual, Del, Opio, Tajai