Check It Ooout

歌手: DEL the Funkee Homosapien • 专辑:No Need For Alarm • 发布时间:1993-11-02
作词 : Del
 When it's time for me to recline
I listen to rhymes and beats in the waves of the spine, to the brain relievin' pain & anguish  the stangest arrays make me sway and make my day brighta the hip hop envia. write arrive a little soona check the soles on my
Pumas  my attitude is miserable  cause in my mind
I'm sayin' here's a fool
I don't like
I won't strike his ass in the face
I'm blastin' the bass in my headphones  a fool don't have to get his head flown  why waste time with rhymes?
I get straight to the point  like
I HATE when funk's in the joint the hip hop is playin' sprintin' in to spray men  don't threaten me  or you won't be able to see  when
I gouge ya  eyes out
I despise doubt  on your part like
I won't stab you in your heart  my flow is drastic serious, sarcastic my motto is, "Phuck with me & get your ass kicked."
And that's the key to understandin' me  and if they cool then the foot is what you'll be brandin',
B yeah...   " Check It ooooout!" (Repeat)
I love to peep a rhyme  first of all
I'm seein' if my man can keep the time  if he go off beat, and it's on purpose  he gotta come back on the beat  or the effort is worthless
I like ot hear a cool flow  but if it's identical to another, he a fool for it  ya gotta build, upon skills  and all that copy that most popular rapper **** can get killed
I like a ***** who is quick witted cause it make me feel like
I do, when
I come from where my **** splitted and
I admit it, it's a joy  when
I hear a ***** avoid the wack and make 'em paranoid
I loves women who talk shit cause that's my department
I got somethin' for anyone who starts shit cause
I'm relentless  with a sentence  a jail sentence, after
I beat you senseless
I like ****** when they add rhymes, mad rhymes  then
I laugh at ****** who fell off and had rhymes  just some descriptions of what
I like to listen to  with my
Bruce Banner scanner point of view... ('Pe-urnnnn') 
Now I'm bout to clown a ***** she made my eyebrows twitch cause she's rich yeah, real funny she makes some money for puttin' other people down you nuthin' but a clown you can't write and you're not bright you fail to notice the shitness cause you have no insight you need to quit you ain't shit you need to get a lesson, in hip hop detection and you're next in my list to jack it's a fact not fiction *****, stop ya bitchin' you write articles
I'ma rip apart ya skull  cause ya  dull not entertainin'
I'ma put ya brain in orbit cause
I'm morbid thinkin' a new ways to kill ya  and yo,
I feel ya  ya too critical  and ain't got a bit a pull  just admit it fool  before we get rid of you  a rolling stone gathers no moss  and now who will pay the cost  and afterwards get lost  hit the dirt, before you get hurt
I eat stupid bitches like you and a rhyme for dessert
I bet you never get no shit you make me so sick so my pistol is loaded...
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