Future Development

Текст песни Del Tha Funkee Homosapien - Future Development

Earth to Del
Earth to Del
Earth to Del, do you read me?
Do you copy Del?
It seems we've lost radio contact
Descend to warp speed so you can receive transmission

Each rap is texture-mapped to perfection
A 3D world for you to step in
I leave MC's stranded on asteroids
Floating through the void of space
Del the Black man, African, back again
Cracking windshields so I can heal your souls
When you feel my flows
A wild beast when I piece together beats like puzzles
MC's feel muzzled like Dobermans
It's over when you try to duplicate
And then your tooth or ankle trying to sink your teeth in
Meeting your maker, Del the caretaker
Here to break ya like a wafer
You faker than Tammy Faye Bakker
I shake your brain up like Quaker Oats
For trying to memorize my maniacal quotes
The funk coats your eardrums
Oakland's where we're from
The deviants working feverishly but easily
Eagerly awaiting your arrival
Hide all you cowards, you're powerless
I'm live and in Technicolor and tumorous
You're humorous, my rhymes are numerous
I'm too elaborate in my habitat
With words that hit your skull like a battle axe
Imagine that
I'm actually destined 'cause my actual perfection
Equals natural selection with rhymes as my secret weapon
This involvement in my newest installment
Is dissolving the chains on your brain like solvent
I can't call it, all it means is my genes
Come from supreme beings, ancestors, you can't step to

No way out, come right in
Writing incredible shit, you can't meddle with us
Future development, it's too intelligent
Future development, too too intelligent
No way out, come right in
Writing incredible shit, you can't meddle with us

"And I'm saying though
And niggas are still fronting with that old technology shit
For why should sounding garbage be cool?"

Too many fans and not enough artists
Niggas fronting heartless like they're packing ultra cartridges
You ain't gonna smoke me, you smoke weed
I've seen some sick characters and they ain't scared of ya
The true soldiers who will unload on you in a sec
Not me, I'm into tecs and mechs
Giant robos and Polos and road shows
I like to blow dough on the latest, not the status quo though
More pull than yo-yo dunking
Put passion in my rapping like a tongue
Kiss and write 'em by the hundreds
With no base, the foundation crumbles
Like niggas fumble they whole life over rumbles
Scandal, sure you got hand skills
But unless you're gonna be a boxer
Who's gonna offer your hand scrill?
I used to program computers
Now I make maneuvers on the mic to school ya
On the old how it go, how to flow for the uninitiated
Plus on the side get my own life situated
You know, writing lyrics in between lines
Play some Samurai Spirits, oops
Drop funk like defecation, poop, leaving you mute, moose
Speechless, niggas blacking out like an eclipse
No defense for your pretense
Which is just a fleeting proposal towards your disposal
Del flows solo, fully mobilize the wise words
So niggas can get the total
Perception, perfection, destined for greatness
Etched in your consciousness, metaphorically monstrous

No way out, come right in
Writing incredible shit, you can't meddle with us
Future development, it's too intelligent
Future development, too too intelligent
No way out, come right in
Writing incredible shit, you can't meddle with us
Future development, it's too intelligent
Future development, too too intelligent, mm

"Just imagine, just imagine
They called me insane, they laughed and said that it couldn't be done
Well, who's laughing now, eh? Hahahaha!"
Future development, too too intelligent
No way out, can't meddle with us
Future development, too too intelligent
"Well, I have been pursuing the answers to the most profound
Questions ever posed by man, or woman for that matter
Questions of life and death, of existence and oblivion
Questions that once could be answered only by God"