歌手:Del The Funky Homosapien
专辑:《Both Sides of the Brain》

(CHORUS) "Time is too expensive"
Too expensive, it's too expensive
Too expensive, you know what?
Time is of the essence
Whacha say now?
Whacha say, whacha say now?
You know what?
Time is of the essence [Del]
My vast knowledge of rhyme is past college
Blast, demolish, polish off all enemies
I can't fall in this rap game,
I got acrophobia
Plus half these rappers out here are ****in dead like necrophilia
You know the thing, chocolate like
Ovaltine Comin down on the mic like eggs from ovaries
Monarchal metaphor, malevolent with settlements
Maniacal when
Hiero flow, unstoppable and chock full of funk the freak, so **** the foreplay
Del has been ordained to terrorize your brain
The diagnosis, the show business bogus
My lyrics lash out, like
I was throwin stones in a glass house
Rappers pass out, ass out
And anyone left on the scene who has doubts
Y'all fools ain't got no nuts
I'm doin donuts
Slow up whoever show up,
I'm too robust
So what? I'm invincible invisible lyrics
Original origin unknown from here on in
Uncommon dominating hip hop
Permiating every portal with mortals
More flows
Heaven scent, microphone etiquette
And lyrics up for your goblin and kill the novice
I write bad subjects like the
Hobbit And on to the next phase before you try to rob it
You know,
D-E-L, yeah! (CHORUS) [Del]
Supreme MC's reach out when
I'm on top
Catch altitude sickness not to use fitness
In front of witnesses get with this fetch the funk
While I test the skunk, see
I will caress the blunt
Come step through the flames of
Hades or remain a lady
Rhymes infectious as rabies --
Deltron, hell on earth
Prevailing curtailing, you're shattered with data
Directed, my method, hectic, try and dissect it
Next ****, hydrauling we're calling you out
I rap with accuracy -
I'm sick of fools actin like they blacker than me - y' know, usually bourgeoi'
We a new breed of
MC remedy
For inner street jerks who wanna flirt with our sound but ain't really down, silly clowns
Barnum and
Bailey rejects
Press eject on defects (yeah)
These threats delivered signed and sealed by the
Delmeister
German for master, burnin the blasphemous
Whatever you ask of us gets fullfilled
Non-linear, you couldn't find a flow friendlier
Or even similar with beats that knock
Those who cock block transport 'em to the chop shop
Operation
X cause we often facin death
And fake ass players are lost and wastin breath (CHORUS) [Del]
Lyrical master, turnin mic sessions to disaster areas
I'll wax your derriere
Disable MC's with fatal degrees and flows
Flamboyant flamin fools like mesquite, let's eat
These barbeques are for you
Were are the few the proud the
Hieroglyphics
Microphone moguls with code words and hand signals
For negros, spanish for black
I'll vanish your raps, at the borderline
Where you can order rhymes
Never monochromatic, y'all know the habits of
Del Talented, creating lyrical
Gallaghers
Highest caliber, hip hop puritan
Throw my voice like
Surrican, or ventriloquists
Until it sit in your cerebrum,
I need them
Through the medium of music, too sick
The ratio is glaciar,
Gigantor My flow is lighter fluid, you'll need a higher druid
Magicians and
Mages, superb my primal rage is
My styles all over the place, disease contagious
And treacherous (what?) like
Mussolini (uh-huh) but cooler than
Fonzarelli eating fussilli
With roots in hip-hop goin back to
Whodini Who see me, no eyes, your style is corny like bow ties
No fries, keep that shake for a keep sake
As well as patened
Del hysteria
Malaria area, 88 bait for bitin
MC's They're bitin to see, see that's like a likin disease
My time is up,
I take my mic and
I leave