Del The Funky Homosapien - Memory Loss (featuring Sean Lennon) lyrics

rate me

You try to get over your gonna go under

You try to get over your gonna go under

Literally it's 3030

I don't got time to be wasting time on you slow pokes

I want y'all to, get open, like the ocean

Brothers be buggin like "He's from Oakland?"

What? I'll whoop you insinuatin we ain't capable

Stupid ass niggas is gonna rape a hoe

A few out a thousand

My town is foundin fathers of the black panthers we provide answers

You don't wanna believe then y'all are some blind bastards

They got you set up real good you're generalizing

Industry rising while energies reclining

Niggas think I'm whinin but I really don't give a shit

Cause everybody's dyin but y'all think that's the end of it

Thats why it's so easy to be a Benedict

Or imitate cause they wouldn't teach ya algebra when you was eight

Now you fourty-eight and you hate children

Forgot where you came from now your straight illin

Don't fight the feelin

You better deal with it

It don't matter what you do or say

Try to get away but I'm gonna catch ya

Wanna compare your self to them

Well guess what homeboy you don't match up

I'm my own individual so I know it isn't true just cuz you say it is

Cuz anything thats truth got proof it ain't you

That's simply just the way it is

Del: sing

[Sean Lennon]

Lookin up the sky is red

City's burning up over head (flame on baby)

We can make the best of it Del: (rock that)

In this post apocolypse (right on)

I'm on some real shit

So real brothers feel this

Cause we know reality is crazy

Thats why nothin amaze me

Look in the past

You might have to go farther then the book in your class

My niggas cookin some crack and moms gets the first hit

Thats ok with you? thats ok with me

I'm not here to judge the way you be

I got my own ccomplications the governmen't shoeless rations

Plantations is manlabor for 5 bucks for hourly intervels

I get a G for that

So believe what I spit to you is given back

Don't think that I'm livin that dream

When the I.R.S reposes most of your cream

It's like I dream when I die I wake up

I see all the people I disrespected and try to make up

It's praise to the creator, relate to nature