Del The Funky Homosapien - And They Thought That Was Hell Lyrics
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Hip hop, an asylumRun by inmates who be wildin'So I'm comin' with a heavier doseThis medication is safe for you slowpokesDon't choke, just swallow it, follow itWith this funk flow pourin' from the bottleSome of y'all don't mind if you die in the spotlightLong as you shine, you be crossin' the lineAnd you out of your mindTheir very own, personal, Dr. FrankensteinAnd the monster is, right in front of your faceYou can't figure it out?You figure it's me 'cause I stay way ahead of you dweebsMy regiment be the strictest ritualsHabitual funk for competition, it's criticalGet exposed in the exposeSoon as you step on stage get fragged with grenadesAverage a day of raps per capita, slappin' yaYou just a passenger that be taggin' alongYou average and on some other shit that you think is niceWell, think twice, life is too short to be a shortyIt's the story of the glorious trailThe metamorphous of Del, livin' largeThe nigga's in charge of the gameLike a caretaker, a shareholder with a rare auraEverybody think they hipConnected through the world wide web with microchipsCell phones radiate the mic I spit into, sending feedbackSo please just leave that thing where you came fromI'mma leave your brain numbYou ain't gonna need it after feelin' the invasionCeiling's gonna cave inVibrations bounce and drill into the pavementI'm thrillin' you with entertainmentYo, I never gave anybody hell, I just told them what's upAnd they thought that was hell, D-E-L and I'm back from hellTrapped in hell where I learned to master selfHave you in a spell with my magical raps that I tellCaught in the rapture, relaxed with yourselfFunk will fill you with a passion that'll push you past itAnd leave them tricky bastards in hellH-E, double hockey sticksI know I'm hot so hop off my dickTalkin' shit at a mile a minuteYou can tell the lieutenant to ***** the speed limitYou know when it's onOnce you smell that fire and brimstoneI'm at the end zoneI find most of this bullshitPushed as entertainment very educationalAs soon as it make a home and try to take controlI just pick up a book and read 'cause I can't believeNone of the crap they put on TV, tell lie visionHell, if I listen to a mother*****er who whole missionIs to get in my brainSit and find blame with anything I got goingThey plot is more important, all I gotta say is, so what?Reality TV is so far from thatMother*****ers be washed up and try to come backSome whack syndicated madnessImitation of the fatness that is now public accessAt this moment in time, you are frozen in timeI'm holdin' you with rhyme flow patternsThat average adults say is thought provokingHe talks like he's brought up from OaklandAnd hold notions back till I find the quotientI feel like a Vulcan amongst TrollkinsNo comprehending, if they got the sense from they senseiThey sensei need been gay and that's what me and my friends sayH-E, double hockey sticksI know I'm hot so hop off my dickTalkin' shit at a mile a minuteYou can tell the lieutenant to ***** the speed limitYou know when it's onOnce you smell that fire and brimstoneI'm at the end zoneLadies and gentlemen, I present to you the finestYour highness, Sir DZL, your knight in funky armorI'm a put you in the mood to funkFunk will have you feelin' the grooveYeah, the groove is on me, on the houseI'm buyin' at the bar, try me outYou know them other dudes is butt, straight ass crackNow you askin' for your money backThis one's on me, on the houseLemme see somethingShow me what it's all aboutMan, I never gave anybody hell, I just told them what's upAnd they thought that was hell, D-E-L and I'm back from hellTrapped in hell where I learned to master selfSweat pourin' all in my shirt, the air conditioner don't workSweat pourin' all in my shirt, the air conditioner don't workSweat pourin' all in my shirt, the air conditioner don't work...