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Dinosaur Jr.
Dinosaur Jr.
Performer
Del the Funky Homosapien
Del the Funky Homosapien
Performer
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Del the Funky Homosapien
Del the Funky Homosapien
Songwriter
J Mascis
J Mascis
Composer

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Hey, I gotta start it, MC's be carted, off ya soft Dinosaur Jr. will flood that's gotta warn ya What in blazes, hey this, is phat weigh this I'll portray this photographs, so the last laugh is mine You're behind, for the mind, and for the soul That's how I roll now I hold the mic With my life depended on it, I'm doin' ya bond it My non gets warts it and I'm apart from wackness I'm separated did you like how I spiked the ball Despite ya all you could come bite a small portion There's more in the vault halt, have a malt I alta your brain patterns yet it's my fault I sustain phatter blends of words heard, stampede Damn he the speech with two teach? Just me, no simile, never flow simply 'cause it was meant to be The truth, the truth, and nothing but the truth, I tell it to the youth Propelling with the proof, in the puddin', wouldn't you like to know? Oh, no you didn't, my flows never quittin', and that's the truth The motherfuckin' truth, my man I'm on the scrimmage waitin' for you fucking imitations And I'm not discriminating myself when I'm making my wealth Pure facts, it's hard for me to endure wack MC's I lay my tracks with ease I'm tellin' you that Del is truth appelin' through your arteries You scar your knees bowing, praising, now when I phase in Like Kitty Pride, City Wide Confer to kick the rumor him admit he lies The truth will set you free when I upset MC's Execute MC's I do my best to mute MC's All it takes is intelligence, I'm great with embellishments They need a savior so Del is sent Yeah, the truth, the truth, the nothing but the truth I tell it to the youth, propelling with the proof In the puudin', wouldn't you like to know? Oh, no you didn't, my flow is never quittin' And that's the truth, the motherfuckin' truth, my man The truth, the motherfuckin' truth I'll punch you in your tooth, ass drop the roof, bitch You know my attributes so don't act cute It's moot a closed casket, the most massive Fluff, just me no simile Never flow simply 'cause it was meant to be Never concluded sever your crew with microlazer surgery I get Adam split up like atoms like the Molecule Man Now all of you stand like a congregation On the basement titric Hip-hop not carin', sharin' Tearin' Jones here in clones wearin' bones Skeletons, your plasma is like gelatin And tell a friend who's developin' 'cause Del's intelligent Yeah, my lyrical technique will make ya body freak My lyrical technique will make ya body tweak My lyrical technique will make ya body seek The beaning, double-teaming, on your motherfuckin' brain Yeah, see that hoe, too, yeah, bitch, fuck it, slammin'
Writer(s): Teren Delvon Jones, Joseph Donald Jr. Mascis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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