Del Tha Funkee Homosapien Lyric Licking Lyrics

(talking)
Hi everybody. It's Del the Funky h___sapien, down with Hieroglyphics
Dopest crew in the World, coming with the new '96 s___! Check it out

D-E-L will, you know, you know!
Hieroglyphics will
f___ you up!

It's me, really me, not a look-alike
I know some sound alike but when I'm around a mic
n____s cut! You know the skit
Del ultimate
Rapper international, with that rational style
I get the, s___ off my consciousness and
Pull out the compasses
I'm on some s___ you ain't around, in the town, clown!
Rebound!
Go get on your intercom and call
Your weakass crew so I can call protocol
I don't give a s___, I wants to get lit ("yeah!")
Split the Philly roll that b____!
And it better hits correct and right
Make sure po-po out of sight
Or they gonna have us locked up tonight, sike!
We in the cut with the best bomb available
Peelt out laughin' in a trail of smoke
Oaktown, where n____s get down in more ways than one
It don't stop till the raising sun
Mentally unstable with the rhymes that rock yo' cradle
The author of fatal flows that liquidate emcees
Then I scoop 'em with a ladle
I stay ill and psyched
Outta my mind with mics but gotta be in before sunlight
Emcees approach me with chains of garlic
But their brains are targets
Then I dump off the carcass
A lot of n____s fuss just 'cuz we the best for us[?]
n____s faker with they raps than the Snuffleluffagus
Lifts and bends, I recommend
Before I make blood suspend
When I check that chin
It's common knowledge Mr. Del demolish ("You ain't know?")
Taking you back to the days of cornbread and collards, come on!

(chorus)

Yeah!
I perceive more than the average madness
n____s get the giggles when they find my s___ is pivotal
The radical, hip-hop fanatical who do what's natural
Actual fact, no tact, you'll get intercepted!
Kept it away, from emcees 'cuz they
Wouldn't know what to do wit' it
Pursuing it don't mean you gonna catch it
I slay willing women backwards on the mattress
At this access got n____s yackin'
I'm crackin' safes and n____s actin' fake
I got the date to arrange your weight
About spent every cent on the bomb
f___ being calm, I'm like a shell-shocked vet from 'Nam
So turn to Psalms, get your palms off my d___
Before I go sick and make yo' a__ hit the bricks
I used to stay on 57th the resident bussed to havin' it [?]
To stay out late at night 'cuz none of these n____s is Heaven-sent
I'm bent, puffin' killer-Cali hit the vent
I lend my voice to tracks, as we's the instrument
A Public Service Announcement on how I house s___
I hope your blouse fit, b____, you fight with fists
But if I ask you "Let's battle" you might resist
I wax that a__ on Pay-Per-View and invite Tha Liks
The steel-cage grudge-match where there's no escape
I'll peel that cap like bananas to apes
Oh yeah! them n____s, it figures
The masterminds behind the rhymes you claim were yours
We lick off with rhymes like Nas and make your brains stain the floors
At last we clash under the overpass

(speaking)
Del: d___, we've been waiting here for hella long, since 12
Opio: I'm tellin' you, man, they don't wanna see me on the mic
I'm tellin' you
Del: All these fake a__ n____s
Opio: That's why they ain't came.
They heard me, man, they done heard me, man, I'm tellin' you
Del: Talkin' about they the freestyle masters, they'll get they a__ ate
Opio: And they sound just like you anyway, man, we out on these fools
Del: I know man, let's be out

(chorus 1x)

Yeah! We got the beat ("You know!")
There ain't no doubt about it, we got the beat ("You know!")
From Oakland, to all around the World ("You know!")
You know what? We got the beat
Bye!