As long as you don't put too much on it[Verse 1][Del]Tonight we got the mic on cruiseWith more luck than horseshoes[Opio]While we fuse together like BruticusWe move with ten ton thrusters[Phesto]The cosmopolitan cosmonaut up in your knot again like aneurysmsExpand with wisdom[Pep Love]Musical mannerisms are parallel to cannibalismAnd animal instinct that's in sync[Phesto]Distinct, leaving suckas extinct when we combineThe gravity nullifying physics of mind[Del]Inebriating, leave you gaping openNothing's safe in OaklandIt's potent and murder is the slogan but[Opio]We showing the erosion of the stereotypicalItching to pull the trigger on niggasThis is all original[Pep Love]And brand new, fidgeting with tracks that are rigid andPigeonholing rappers while collecting dividends at the door[Opio]Ya' know [ECHOES][Del]And that's how it go [Del][Hook: Del the Funky Homosapien](Who? Who? Who? Who?)Who the entertainers stompin' through like cross-trainers?Can't be no plainer(YOU!)The remainders couldn't never be that onePack 'em in by millions, attendance is platinum(Who? Who? Who? Who?)Who the innovators who stimulate like vibratorsWith rhymes so major(YOU!)Ya' need us to rock a show, hit the pagerNiggas catch vapors when our lyrics hit the paper[Verse 2][Del]Once again in your dimension, tension personifiedDel and Hieroglyphics pollenizeWe don't apologize for getting places packed back-to-backOur rank cranks just about any functionWhile your memory file is blankNo hankey-pankey jankey stuff goingDown over here, no forms of rats or rodents[Opio]My styles fluctuate like the Dow Jones averageWhile they stay savageMy cassette change shape and transform like ravage or rumbleMake the Earth crumble and separateFallin' to the undergroundGet into your head like a metal plateWhile you sit and wait for these niggas on TV, they hella fakeHieroglyphics, they can never escape usThe eagle eye, Mach 1 breed, mic crusaders[Pep Love]Yes indeed, intuition is the tool in which I useWhen enriching you with original stylisticsAnd the Hieroglyphic ritual is too habitually blow it upWith ballistic attacksLet me just deal with the factsNiggas keep it real in they raps but you're not realisticPerfection and our poetical competitive edgeIs just a reflection of how we feel shit[Del]This history's impressionist, microphone specialistCatchin' bids for putting MCs hearts in my fridge[Phesto Dee]The grand inquisitor, exquisite to the osteoMy prodigal product a diabolical melodicsAquatic is nauticalMotion, Hiero, kenetic flotation, so fuck ya phony radio rotationMy colossal might on the mic is optimumHip-hop from the Sequoia Heights populousGamma rays like Bruce BannerPhase your scannerWith mind over matter, I slap the curls out you girl scouts...ya know[Hook: Del the Funky Homosapien](Who? Who? Who? Who?)Who the entertainers stompin' through like cross-trainers?Can't be no plainer(YOU!)The remainders couldn't never be that onePack 'em in by millions, attendance is platinum(Who? Who? Who? Who?)Who the innovators who stimulate like vibratorsWith rhymes so major(YOU!)Ya' need us to rock a show, hit the pagerNiggas catch vapors when our lyrics hit the paper(Who? Who? Who? Who?)Are these originators rippin' cuts like sabersIn the hands of Darth Vader(YOU!)The remainders couldn't never be that onePack em in by millions, attendance is platinum(Who? Who? Who? Who?)Who the innovators who stimulate like vibratorsWith rhymes so major(YOU!)Ya' need us to rock a show, hit the pagerNiggas catch vapors when our lyrics hit the paperYeah, Ahh!
