Del The Funky Homosapien

Del The Funky Homosapien - 10 PACES lyrics

rate me

Ok, you elitist bastards,

You think you can just eat everybody food,

And scrape up in their face with fire,

Oh, oh, I got it, you for oxygen now?

Well, well, what have we here?

Dementia, that one's a lie,

Don't let them into you!

Dizo, with new beat solo,

Dressed in colour high over every bozo.

Take no doez, you need to be aware of this,

Worse men terrorist, tear and rip,

Errors get corrected,

Swear to God if fools don't start checking their selves,

I'mma jump on some next shit,

Fireworks, tire jerks in the railroad tracks,

Just like Penelope Pitstop,

Forget me being caught by the Ant Hill Mob.

Feel the throb of the rhythm betrayal

Frequency lay low, you people see day glow.

Tell'em when I toss a flow, gotta close,

Put peas around you with what to know.

Boundaries. I love a clown a week,

Minded ignoramuses that may be playing with my patience,

You know that the doc ain't got no patience.

Upset you with my personal arrangements.

Believe that, partner.

Day first, you can't beat that, macho!

Take 10 paces, you clear out your aim,

You take 5 and then you throw some shit in the game.

Take ten paces and aim,

I take two and I'mma try to toffee your brain.

Your trophies need polished,

They all seem to be tarnished,

Nostalgia being kinda' the point for argument.

Part of my friends, you niggers stink,

I don't know how you think, but I'mma tell you how I think:

I'm a genius, that's why you all ...

My beat is disturbing, you read out, you read deep shit.

Next second, to process musically clearly discussing versatile ingenuity.

It's him and everybody weighing possibilities,

I'm doping gray, fuck yo image, it's not real to me,

The underworld means scope, be the concept.

Plus, you lie all the time, even when you honest.

However, my lyrics have graduated the ocean of your place

And the environment is exaggerated.

You speak sure fallacies while I master world analogies

Then bring you down to an Apple center.

Take 10 paces, you clear out your aim,

You take 5 and then you throw some shit in the game.

Take ten paces and aim,

I take two and I'mma try to toffee your brain.

See, I told you?

First. 'Cause I know you seen me the other day,

That's why you passed the street, ...

That's cool, that's cool, just know,

Keep it in mind, when I feel like it.

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