Time Is Too Expensive

歌手: Del Tha Funkee Homosapien • 专辑:Both Sides Of The Brain • 发布时间:2003-12-12
(CHORUS) "Time is too expensive" 
Too expensive, it's too expensive 
Too expensive, you know what? 
Time is of the essence 
Whacha say now? 
Whacha say, whacha say now? 
You know what? 
Time is of the essence  
My vast knowledge of rhyme is past college 
Blast, demolish, polish off all enemies 
I can't fall in this rap game, 
I got acrophobia 
Plus half these rappers out here are ****** dead like necrophilia 
You know the thing, chocolate like 
Ovaltine Comin down on the mic like eggs from ovaries 
Monarchal metaphor, malevolent with settlements 
Maniacal when 
Hiero flow, unstoppable and chock full of funk the freak, so **** the foreplay 
Del has been ordained to terrorize your brain 
The diagnosis, the show business bogus 
My lyrics lash out, like 
I was throwin stones in a glass house 
Rappers pass out, ass out 
And anyone left on the scene who has doubts 
Y'all fools ain't got no nuts 
I'm doin donuts 
Slow up whoever show up, 
I'm too robust 
So what? I'm invincible invisible lyrics 
Original origin unknown from here on in 
Uncommon dominating hip hop 
Permiating every portal with mortals 
More flows 
Heaven scent, microphone etiquette 
And lyrics up for your goblin and kill the novice 
I write bad subjects like the 
Hobbit And on to the next phase before you try to rob it 
You know, 
D-E-L, yeah! (CHORUS)  
Supreme MC's reach out when 
I'm on top 
Catch altitude sickness not to use fitness 
In front of witnesses get with this fetch the funk 
While I test the skunk, see 
I will caress the blunt 
Come step through the flames of 
Hades or remain a lady 
Rhymes infectious as rabies -- 
Deltron, hell on earth 
Prevailing curtailing, you're shattered with data 
Directed, my method, hectic, try and dissect it 
Next ****, hydrauling we're calling you out 
I rap with accuracy - 
I'm sick of fools actin like they blacker than me - y' know, usually bourgeoi' 
We a new breed of 
MC remedy 
For inner street jerks who wanna flirt with our sound but ain't really down, silly clowns 
Barnum and 
Bailey rejects 
Press eject on defects (yeah) 
These threats delivered signed and sealed by the 
Delmeister 
German for master, burnin the blasphemous 
Whatever you ask of us gets fullfilled 
Non-linear, you couldn't find a flow friendlier 
Or even similar with beats that knock 
Those who cock block transport 'em to the chop shop 
Operation 
X cause we often facin death 
And fake ass players are lost and wastin breath (CHORUS)  
Lyrical master, turnin mic sessions to disaster areas 
I'll wax your derriere 
Disable MC's with fatal degrees and flows 
Flamboyant flamin fools like mesquite, let's eat 
These barbeques are for you 
Were are the few the proud the 
Hieroglyphics 
Microphone moguls with code words and hand signals 
For negros, spanish for black 
I'll vanish your raps, at the borderline 
Where you can order rhymes 
Never monochromatic, y'all know the habits of 
Del Talented, creating lyrical 
Gallaghers 
Highest caliber, hip hop puritan 
Throw my voice like 
Surrican, or ventriloquists 
Until it sit in your cerebrum, 
I need them 
Through the medium of music, too sick 
The ratio is glaciar, 
Gigantor My flow is lighter fluid, you'll need a higher druid 
Magicians and 
Mages, superb my primal rage is 
My styles all over the place, disease contagious 
And treacherous (what?) like 
Mussolini (uh-huh) but cooler than 
Fonzarelli eating fussilli 
With roots in hip-hop goin back to 
Whodini Who see me, no eyes, your style is corny like bow ties 
No fries, keep that shake for a keep sake 
As well as patened 
Del hysteria 
Malaria area, 88 bait for bitin 
MC's They're bitin to see, see that's like a likin disease 
My time is up, 
I take my mic and 
I leave
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