Town to Town

Текст песни Del Tha Funkee Homosapien - Town to Town

This beat is crazy
Man this shit is crazy

They say the nice guys finish last
But I'm the leader, drinking liters of Seagrams
With the heathens, misbehaving, break the buds, fuck the shavings
Collecting scratch for my savings before the day ends
Craving for music, collaborate at a rate
Faster than the speed of sound, to go that-a-way
No replicas step to us
I guess the job was left to us to
Kick the phonics that kept you buzzed
Then perking, working words, distributing herbs
To niggas living in 'burbs 'cause they too petro to come to the ghetto
Mind you, all we do is find you
Wave, we gave you a sack, come back, but watch fifty
They tried to lift me off the track, but we ain't offering crack
Just bomb, no need for alarm or bad karma
But arm yourself, move with stealth, wealth is accumulated
Pockets are illuminated
I make the shit I think hit, even though some assume you hate it
I pass judgement when the blood's thick
Take your shit, just another skit coming from the pit
Of Babylon, I'm powerful like Galvatron from the Decepticons
Music is magical like a leprechaun
Kept you on point in many different sectors
On Elektra, make you remember Mega Evans and James Evans
My skills sent from the heavens
I wish they sold Mad Dog at 7-Eleven
I remember when niggas wore Thriller jackets and Starter jackets
And barter tactics had been adopted and most of y'all mocked it
But put a sock in it, loot for a minute
I provide the funk and y'all rock with it
As I spit it, admit it, oh shit it's

Del, the funky homosapien
Going from town to town to town and just making friends
Reach out and shaking hands with the public and they love it
It's Del, the funky homosapien
Going from town to town to town and just making friends
Reach out and shaking hands with the public and they love it

No technical difficulties or faultiness
You saw me with that plain Jane, no game, insane to the brain
Don't need cocaine fucking with the A
The A plus the plus the A from way back in the day
For mind expansion, enhancing thoughts
I'm wrought with savagery, the majesty of all in my vision
(Hey but isn't this a good way to start?)
Developing art to cart scrill to kill Satan
Plans for getting Daytons are past tense
Stacking so I won't be a has-been (You know it)
The question you've been asking, is Del that masked man
Rolling through our cities, just ripping major venues
Like Whitney Houston, like when I went to Houston
My father is from Texas, so next bust a rhyme for times
I felt it was no hope
But no, factors you formulate make me foster hatred
And make me wanna make it
When I'm in the Bay niggas say, "Del how you doing, man?"
I ain't no rap star that act hard, can't speak
I leak lyrics, freak lyrics, secrete lyrics from my spirit
Tyranny for all who hear of me
Bomb in the bong, my feet's in a thong
On the beach with a peach named Bomb Bomb
Called her on the intercom, inner John Owens
Better known as Casual to y'all not knowing
About flowing, 'cause your rhymes are all stolen
I never dip on the strip 'cause task force patrolling
But rolling blunts too fat to measure
Of Mexico's national treasure for pleasure
Resurrect tracks like this from my childhood
Before it was such a wild hood, knock on wood

It's Del, the funky homosapien
Going from town to town to town and just making friends
Reach out and shaking hands with the public and they love it
It's Del, the funky homosapien
Going from town to town to town and just making friends
Reach out and shaking hands with the public and they love it

My beats are meaty, let's call a peace treaty
And stick to it, I'm quick to do it, are you? (Huh?)
So much funk, you can't kick it with my crew?
Other than when it's time to get blue?
Shame on you
I want me a girl that's intelligent
Doing shit and ain't too belligerent
Picture it, chillin' backyard barbecue
Not trippin' off what niggas are to you
Jealousy, well I see, it's a lot of that in Oakland
It started when niggas started smoking and snorting pop
Fuck pop, I want the melodies
But not the weak topics you are selling me
Del is free of confinements, my mind been in fragile
And frazzled, I choose to stay underground like Fraggles
In battles I'm sure to win
While you smoke bud, I drink gin, and think sin
While everyone else act on it, I macked on it
But not too far from red rum, don't push me, I'm not a pussy
I wish we could gather at a function, drink some lager
And just bust hymns of funk and flav
'Cause the slaves that are our ancestors would feel blessed
If we did that, before we hear rap
Now it's American children syntax
Ever since it been on wax and that's the facts
Believe it, don't mislead it
And don't do the shit if you don't need it
And that's real, you might not be but I am
The truth's gonna slap you in the face, so why scam?

Del, the funky homosapien
Going from town to town to town and just making friends
Reach out and shaking hands with the public and they love it
It's Del, the funky homosapien
Going from town to town to town and just making friends
Reach out and shaking hands with the public and they love it
It's Del, the funky homosapien
Going from town to town to town and just making friends
Reach out and shaking hands with the public and they love it
It's Del, the funky homosapien
Going from town to town to town and just making friends
Reach out and shaking hands with the public and they love it

Yeah, peace, all around the world
Check out Hiero when we come to your town
Baby
Hieroglyphics
Aight