Town to Town

[ VERSE 1 ]<br>They say that nice guys finish last, but I`m the leader<br>Drinkin liters of Seagrams with the heathens<br>Misbehave and break the buzz, fuck the shavings<br>Collectin scratch for my savings before the day ends<br>Cravings for music, collaborate at a rate<br>Faster than the speed of sound to go thataway<br>No replicas, step to us, I guess the job was left to us<br>To kick the phonics that kept you buzzed<br>And perkin, workin words, distributin herbs<br>To niggas livin in `burbs cause they too petro<br>To come to the ghetto<br>Mind you, all we do is find you, wave and gave you a sack<br>Come back but watch 50, they try to lift me<br>Off the tracks but we ain`t offerin crack, just bomb<br>No need for alarm or bad karma, but arm yourself<br>Move in stealth, wealth is accumulated<br>Pockets are aluminated<br>I make the shit I think hit even though some assume you hate it<br>I pass judgment when the fuzz lit, take a shit<br>Just another skit comin from the pit of Babylon<br>But powerful like Alvatron<br>From the Decepticons<br>Music is magical like a leprechaun<br>Kept you on point in many different sectors<br>On Elektra, make you remember Medgar Evers and James Evers<br>My skills sent from the heavens<br>I wish they sold Maddog at 7-11<br>I remember when niggas wore Thriller jackets<br>And Starter jackets and harder tactics<br>Had been adopted and most of y`all mocked it<br>But put a sock in it (* gagging sound *) for a minute<br>I provide the funk and y`all rock with it<br>As I spit it, admit it, oh shit<br><br>[ CHORUS ]<br>It`s Del the Funky Homosapien<br>Goin from town to town to town and just makin friends<br>Reach out and shaking hands<br>With the public and they love it<br><br>[ VERSE 2 ]<br>No technical difficulties or faultiness, you salt me with<br>That plain-Jane-no-game-insane-to-the-brain<br>Don`t need cocaine fuckin with the A<br>The A-Pluster plus the A from way back in the day<br>For mind expansion enhancing thoughts<br>I`m raw with savagery, the majesty of all in vision<br>Wait, but isn`t this a good way to start?<br>Developin art to cart scrill to kill Satan<br>Plans for gettin Daytons are past tense<br>Stack ends so I won`t be a has-been (You know it)<br>The question you been askin: Is Del that masked man?<br>Rollin through our cities just rippin major venues<br>Like Whitney Houston like when I went to Houston<br>My father is from Texas, so next bust a rhyme for times<br>I felt it was no hope, but no factors you formulate<br>Made me foster hatred and made me wanna make it<br>When I`m in the Bay niggas say (Del, how you doin, man?)<br>I ain`t no rap star that act hard, can`t speak<br>I leak lyrics, freak lyrics, secrete lyrics<br>From my spirits<br>Tyranny for all who hear of me<br>Bomb in a bong, my feet in a thong<br>On a beach with a biatch named Bonbon<br>Called her on the Intercong, enter John Owens<br>Better known as Casual to y`all not knowin<br>About flowin, cause your rhymes are all stolen<br>Another dip on the strip cause task force patrollin<br>But rollin blunts too fat to measure<br>Mexico`s national treasure for pleasure<br>Resurrect tracks like this from my childhood<br>Before it was such a wild hood<br>Knock on wood<br><br>[ CHORUS ]<br><br>[ VERSE 3 ]<br>My beats are meaty<br>Let`s call a peace treaty<br>And stick to it<br>I`m quick to do it, are you?<br>So much funk you can`t kick it with my crew<br>Other than when it`s time to get blue?<br>(Shame on you)<br>I want me a girl that`s intelligent<br>Doin shit and ain`t too belligerent<br>Picture it, chillin backyard barbecue<br>Not trippin off what niggas are to you<br>Jealousy, well let`s see<br>It`s a lot of that in Oakland<br>It started when niggas started smokin<br>And snortin hop, fuck pop<br>I want the melodies<br>But not the weak topics you are selling me<br>Del is free of confinements<br>My mind bendin fragile and frazzled<br>I choose to stay underground like Fraggles<br>In battles I`m sure to win<br>While you smoke bud I drink gin<br>It sinks in while everyone else act on it<br>I macked on it but not too far from redrum<br>Don`t push me, I`m not a pussy<br>I wish we could gather at a function, drink some lager<br>And just bust hymns of funk and flav<br>Cause the slaves that are our ancestors<br>Would feel blessed if we did that<br>Before we hear rap<br>Now it`s American children syntax<br>Ever since it been on wax<br>And that`s the facts, believe it, don`t mislead it<br>And don`t do the shit if you don`t need it<br>And that`s real, you might not be but I am<br>The truth`s gonna slap you in the face, so why scam?<br><br>[ CHORUS ]