Tom: A minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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They say that nice guys finish last,
but I'm the leader
Drinkin' liters of Seagrams with the
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heathens
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Misbehave and break the buzz,
Collectin' scratch for my saving
Cravings for music,
of sound to go thataway
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No replicas, step to us,
I guess the job was left to us
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To kick the phonics that kept you buzzed
And perkin', workin' words,
distributin' herbs
To niggas livin' in
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'burbs cause they too petro
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To come to the ghetto
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Mind you, all we do is find you,
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wave and gave you a sack
Come back but watch 50, they try to lift me
Off the tracks but we ain't
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offerin crack, just bomb
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No need for alarm or bad karma,
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Pockets are illuminated
I make the shit I think hit even
though some assume you hate it
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I pass judgment when the fuzz lit,
take a shit
Just another skit comin' from
But powerful like Alvatron
From the Decepticons
Music is magical like a leprechaun
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Kept you on point in many different sectors
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On Elektra, make you remember
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Medgar Evers and James Evers
My skills sent from the heavens
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I wish they sold Maddog at 7- 11
I remember when niggas wore
And Starter jackets and
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harder tactics
Had been adopted and most
of y'all mocked it
But put a sock in it for a minute
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I provide the funk and y'all rock with it
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As I spit it, admit it, oh shit
Verse 2
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It's Del the Funky Homosapien
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Goin'from town to town to town
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and just makin' friends
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Reach out and shaking hands
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With the public and they love it
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Verse 3
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No technical difficulties or faultiness,
you salt me with
That plain- Jane- no- game-
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insane- to- the- brain
The A- Pluster plus the A
from way back in the day
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For mind expansion enhancing thoughts
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I'm raw with savagery,
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the majesty of all in vision
Wait, but isn't this a good way to start?
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Developin' art to cart
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Plans for gettin' Daytons are past tense
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Stack ends so I won't be a has-
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The question you been askin: Is
Rollin through our cities just rippin'
Like Whitney Houston like
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when I went to Houston
My father is from Texas,
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so next bust a rhyme for times
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but no factors you formulate
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Made me foster hatred and made
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When I'm in the Bay niggas say
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(Del, how you doin, man?)
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I ain't no rap star that act hard,
can't speak
I leak lyrics, freak lyrics, secrete lyrics
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Tyranny for all who hear of me
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Bomb in a bong, my feet in a thong
On a beach with a biatch named Bonbon
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Called her on the Intercong, enter
Better known as Casual to
About flowin,
cause your rhymes are all stolen
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Another dip on the strip cause
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But rollin' blunts too fat to measure
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Mex ico's national treas
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ure for pleasure
Resurrect tracks like this
from my childhood
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Before it was such a wild hood
Interlude 1
Knock on wood
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Verse 4
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[Chorus]
My beats are meaty
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Let's call a peace treaty
I'm quick to do it, are you?
So much funk you can't
kick it with my crew
Other than when it's time
to get blue?
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I want me a girl that's intelligent
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Doin' shit and ain't too belligerent
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Picture it, chillin' backyard barbecue
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niggas are to you
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Jealousy, well let's see
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It's a lot of that in Oakland
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It started when niggas started smokin'
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And snortin' hop, fuck pop
But not the weak topics you are selling me
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Del is free of confinements
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My mind bendin' fragile and frazzled
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I choose to stay underground
In battles I'm sure to win
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While you smoke bud I drink gin
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It sinks in while everyone else act on it
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I macked on it but not too
far from redrum
Don't push me, I'm not a pussy
I wish we could gather at a function,
drink some lager
And just bust hymns of funk
and flav
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'Cause the slaves that are
our ancestors
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Would feel blessed if we did that
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Before we hear rap
Now it's American children syntax
Ever since it been on wax
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believe it, don't mislead it
And don't do the shit if you don't need it
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And that's real,
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you might not be but I am
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The truth's gonna slap you in the face,
Outro 1
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