[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
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