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[Intro] Yay, it’s my birthday Yay, yay, yay, yay Hell yeah [Verse 1: Del The Funky Homosapien] I captivate and control it, dilapidate and erode it The master make 'em all focus Like I break it down to components Fools just be cloning Studio gang's controlling the chef though I'm left overs as they be goal tending Flow be slow-winded, nobody know I'm mention Go overboard with a bunch of chords You left in suspension So far keep your distance, resistance is resisted The ring I ain't finna kiss it the whole mix you missed it Loads of raps, overload until I expose the fact Broke your back, next time come out with shoulder pads They know they have shut up and listen to an older man Behold your man, he might have a poison that a cobra has [Chorus: Del The Funky Homosapien] Seems like a leap in time, back to simpler days When technological advances were minimal Seems like a leap in time, back to simpler days When technological advances were minimal [Verse 2: Del The Funky Homosapien] In the boots, like roosters coming to the hens The roost in the blue Oh shit so deep it's bending Fools, Mr. Cool, everything I control is mystical In the school bullshit separated in the centrifuge Get to do what you wanna as long as you don't conform to The average performer that drag you into the drama A magnet to the karma the song even the pettiest As long as we are resident overthrow the president Flow so incredulous I'm giving y'all just a portion Connect to the source and let it energize like endorphins Let's go, we boardin' we tired of them, they boring Keep on skateboardin' relieve you of boredom [Chorus: Del The Funky Homosapien] Seems like a leap in time, back to simpler days When technological advances were minimal Seems like a leap in time, back to simpler days When technological advances were minimal Seems like a leap in time, back to simpler days When technological advances were minimal Seems like a leap in time, back to simpler days When technological advances were minimal [Verse 3: Del The Funky Homosapien] Out of the Emporium More glorious poems to bend From hard work, no teleportin' it in I don't speak words according to them I'm Sir Diesel, a track decided once the tour's a sin My assortment keeps supporting the man Like cars plus off track, it's hard to stay on track When my thoughts run, rapping pace for suckers that leave a nasty taste In they throat sure to leave them blue, that's indigo Getting pretentious won't get any mileage Whole plot shot out the air like enemy pilots Take the trendiest topic compared to the real Then relate that to a secret that's never revealed [Chorus: Del The Funky Homosapien] Seems like a leap in time, back to simpler days When technological advances were minimal Seems like a leap in time, back to simpler days When technological advances were minimal Seems like a leap in time, back to simpler days When technological advances were minimal Seems like a leap in time, back to simpler days When technological advances were minimal