Альбом Del tha Funkee Homosapien

[After a bunch of P-Funk, Del kicks one verse]
I've returned from the meadow with a fellow named X
two turntables and a spark upon his set
wet behind the ears from the tears of my peers
rap is outta control that's what we fear
so we collapse any actual threats
with the new batch of catchy little quirks
and it works like a charm as I bomb and alarm
any listeners
coming through crisper
on your transistors
so we can eliminate the frauds
filled with pride as the audience applauds
might sound odd to the average Joe Schmoe
the new school passed ya ass like Flo Jo
Dodo
me and CM-PX both construct
like Kid Creole and the Coconuts
as we drop the bomb with a blast
and now all the natives ask...
[Chorus: "What is a booty and how do I know if I'm shaking it?. . .]

(Chorus: Mistadobalina, Mr. Bob Dobalina...)
Mistadobalina, Mistabobdobalina,
Mistabobdobalina, won't you quit
you really make me sick with ya fraudulent behavior
you're gonna make me flip and then an army couldn't save ya
why don't you behave ya little rugrat take a little tip from the tabloid
because I know I'm not paranoid
when I say I saw ya tryin' to mock me
now you and your crew are on a mission tryin' to hawk me
but it isn't happenin' ya fraudulent foes
you used to front big time now I suppose
that everything's cool since the style of apparel you adopted
you used to make fun of but now you wanna rock it
so you gotta kick it with the homies
but D-E-L is already hip to your cronies
me and CM-PX thought about this and never have we seen a
brother who could look like Mista, Mista, Mistadobalina...
(Chorus)
Ooooo, ooooo, mistadobalina
you thought ya could manipulate you thought you could fool me
Ooooo, ooooo, mistadobalina
The teachers would have put me on a stump and then he schooled me
friends can be fraudulent just you wait and see
first he was my moneygrip then he stole my honeydip
mistadobalina is a serpent
don't you agree the little two-tima resembles Aunt Jemima
with jeans and a dirty white hoodie
seems like he wouldn't be a snake or would he
disguises come in all sizes and shapes
notice the facade of the snakes
they all catch the vapes even though last year they was GQ
took a little time before the D-E-L could see through
the mask all I had to do was ask Timberlake and Kwame
and my man responded they would bomb a
fraudulent foe with the strength of Hercules
the way ya on my dick must really hurt ya knees
you need to take heed and quit being such a groupie
ever since I did a little show in Guadeloupee
I neva saw a groupie like you
but what is funny is ya wanted to be down with my crew
but D-E-L is not down with any clowns or jesters
so I would suggest that ya try to impress Uncle Fester
dobolina because ya don't impress me dobolina
the style of dress is not the key dobolina
it's all in the mind and the heart
so you should start by remembering ya gotta pay a fee dobolina
(Chorus)
ooooo ooooo mistadobalina,
ooooo ooooo mistadobalina,
ooooo ooooo mistadobalina,
(chorus)

Fresh from the meadow with a mellow attitude
I was plannin' to persue another quest for the bus
I had to go to San Fran, it's something that I can't stand
It's beggin' for a ride with ma dukes makes a fuss
I don't like fussin' so I ask my older cousin
Could he maybe find time to give the D-E-L a lift
He said it is impossible because he has a roster full of plans for the
day
I had to go and sift through pennies in my jeans
To many it may seem that the public transportation really isn't keen
And I agree with the theory
Because it's 3:30 and the bus was due at 2:35
I wear my Girbauds so I can wait with pride
I waited at the bus stop feeling kinda high
From a spliff that I smoked
I riffed and provoked
A liitle scene when the bus arrived late like a joke
With a corny punchline
And it was only lunchtime
The bus should've been here, the driver had much time
To get is act together
No matter what the weather
Now I'm sittin' at the bus stop waitin' like forever

[SKIT #1]

When oh when is the bus gonna come
I'm getting sick and tired of the wait
When oh when is the bus gonna come
Well here comes a pack of about 14
Lookin' real mean with hoodies and jeans
And bad attitudes and I wasn't in the mood
For no head on collision with the hoods
Try to use my transfer but it's no good
Would these rough lookin' kids get busy with the youngsta
Amongst the many who must catch rapid transit to get through the city
I'm not certain
But if I go sit in the back it's curtains
Kids wanna ride the back
What kinda shit is that?
Nowadays niggas can't wait to hit the back
Let me stand in the front with the elderly
So those other cats won't raise hell with me

[SKIT #2]

Oh golly gee, not another day on the 46A
I should've caught the 46B
'Cause dukes takes the mass scene and group through the trees
And shoots the breeze with the ladies
Look at that around the way girl
Yeah, I see her
(whistle) More crack than a drug dealer
A kid sits by me with a gang of afro sheen on
I'm not Joe Clark and I would hate for him to lean on
My shoulder and try to hold a conversation
'Cause I don't have the patience
When oh when is the bus gonna reach its destination
Question over space and time
Wastin' time
Word up, I can't take this line of nitwits
I'm about to have a fit quick
'Cause this trip here is making me car sick
Check out the brother with the loaded .38
Braggin' to his buddies about the money that he makes
Sellin' crack viles like pancakes
To baseheads just like the one
That's sittin by the window starvin' for a fix
He spent his last 80 cents on fare
He raises up and lets me get in his chair
Then I sit and take a snooze
But I still lose
'Cause I cruise right past my stop
Had to get off and walk 15 blocks...

It's D-E-L the Funkee Homosapien
to the rescue
I'm solo and threw a bolo and left two
dancers back on Soul Train
and ya know Soul Train get the phat doodie stain
now what ya gonna do with the board with no talent
using step 1 & step 2 to keep the show valid
let's have a vote and try to register our ballots
and realise a Hammer's just a mallet
toss him like a salad cause he ain't truly gifted
now the party's lifted by the crew HIEROGLYPHICS
golly-wolly, not another Elvis & Priscilla
Ice is cool, but I can't stand Vanilla
because he takes a style and tries to mock it
ain't nothin' personal, G
but I'm kinda inta chocolate
it's all about the black
and it's like that
and I'm so laid back cause I smoked a phat sack
plus I'm almost through & done with a whole 40-dog of Olde English
800
now I peep ya concept
ya think ya got a rep?
Dance all day, while I'm pissin' on your steps.
[CHORUS:]
"Oooh, oooh, pissin' on your steps..."
[BRIDGE]
No Del
is not a mean fellow
just because I wanna turn your dance shoes yellow
see I'm rather mellow
some call it lazy
me & myself
and I ain't with the daisies
cause I'm no g ddam flower
and every single dancer in circumference
receives a golden shower
I'm here to insult the
hip hop John Travolta
ya think ya all that
but really you're shorter than a midget
I don't fidgit, with the ballet,
CUBE: Phuck a dancer!
DEL: Because that's what my pals say
and brothers don't shake ya rumps
wearin' biker shorts is like chokin' on ya nuts
because ya might end up with a cramp or a hernia
and that's much worse, than a fine girl burnin' ya
plus it ain't fly for you to have your behind
blasted all out like a feline
see I'm givin' you advice
make ya think twice
cause dance groups don't last past Minute Rice
so change ya conept
acquire some skills on the mic while I'm pissin' on your steps.
[CHORUS:]
"I gotta take a leak for the weak... (REPEAT)"

As simple as it sounds
it's as simple as it ought to be
light skin girls lack the dark skin quality
ya don't understand?
You want an explanation?
Well let D-e-L release the frustration
as I see it
every single day
light skin girls ain't satisfied unless they get their way
always
plus they act stuck up
they all add up to one great big phuck up
they try to play suck up
when they want somethin'
then always leave a brother with nothin'
ya think ya look better cause ya skin's a little bit lighter?
You're thinkin' you're my type
like I was a typewriter?
No, ya think ya all-uh-that and all-uh-this
but you ain't really shit
without a makeup kit
see, ya might be light
but ya ugly to me
black is beautiful
to me, that's beauty.
(CHROUS:)
"Dark skin girls are better than light skin, light skin girls ain't
better than dark skin,...
CUBE: I disagree homeboy!"
Now
lets get to the problems
and see if there's a way to solve them
problem #1, has got to be the attitude
which is usually vain, selfish & rude
personality, wit 'er nose stuck up
so don't try talkin' to her
or walkin' with her
to class cause it's out of the question
cause you bein' dark is the wrong complexion
for her,
she wish she was light, though
I mean lighter than light
or as close to white as possible
but I fight to stay a brother
you see,
green and dark skin sisters are the color
this don't apply to all the girls with light skin
just the ones with their heads up their rear end
cause if ya did, static would occur
dark skin cuties is what I prefer
now, look at her
her vision is a blur
cause contact lenses only let ya see Benzes
plus she would fuss & cuss if I tried to talk to her
cause I'm a man who rides the bus
I get frustrated
well, lets say I used to
now a dark & lovely
is who I give juice to
so come on
step to Del if ya with this
this is the facts
so brothers don't forget this.
(CHORUS:)
(INTERLUDE:)
I can't understand
you light skin wenches
ya think ya all that cause ya have long extensions?
Your hair was natural
now ya got played out braids
you woulda looked better with a fade
dark skin girls are so fly, so honest, so sweet
that's the type of girl I wanna meet
complete,
not phony or a fake like you are
see, Del is bolder
I tap you on the shoulder
and say, 'Hey lighty
could you tap that sister for me?'
But you love Mr. Loveable
so you'll just ignore me
so find another tip that you can hop upon
to get with me ya need some sun and some Coppertone
you'll take a white boyfriend before a black one
that's why Del has to stand and attack one
next time you see a girl darker than you
no disrespct when you met her, cause the girl looked better than you.
(CHORUS:)
(INTERLUDE:)

Let the buyer beware
and prepare for the scare of 1991, yo
brothers get dumb without no remorse, yo
gas they hand and then they thrown off course, yo
I coulda told ya so
I'm no dummy
girls out there will act funny for the money
if ya rollin' in dough, she'll treasure ya
instead of a pager
she carries a cash register
it's cool for the fool that just happens
to be a crack dealer or rappin'
back in the day
it wasn't no problem
cause it was ok, to just have a job then
but, nowadays ya gotta have the status
but, natives ain't goin' for the madness
hey, they barely outta their teens
16 & 17 year olds livin' like queens
cause, honey trips without the checks
and ayo
money trips without the sex
so next is somethin' that natives don't need
headaches & heartaches
and I refuse to partake
in money for sex
in any form or fashion
all ya hopes & dreams I'm like smashin'
and I know otha brothas know how I feel
so you can step cause (it ain't no big deal),
(Chorus:)
"Money for sex, money for sex, ring it up..."
Where, oh where did the good girls go?
It seems all that's left in the Meadow is hoes
not the kinda hoe that you use in your garden
yes the kinda hoe that'll make your dick harden
but it's more than a dolla for a holla
and more than a thousand for a peak up her blouse, and
more than a million if ya have children
cause nowadays girls wanna make like a killin'
so babies come in handy
and they'll just eat up your dough like candy
give her some Brandy
and let her roll around in the Benz
and she'll give up the crotch and brag to all her friends
thinkin' they can play me like a field trip
that's why I slugged my honey dip
cause that's more than I can stand
and I'm the man who sets it right again
bust they in the lip
and the bitch will never bite again
you ain't gettin' with my nubain brothers
cause before you even hit them covers
I warned 'em
told 'em what was up before you bitches even swarmed him
cause they'll be next
if I didn't hip my brothers to the sex
so you can try to rob and steal
but we were right on ya heels because (it ain't no big deal),
(Chorus:)
You say crack sellers are swell fellas
takin' you to school in his 5.0
like I don't know that your boyfriend is paid
ya musta told me 18 times, the other day
bamboo earings & gold teeth
and I know you must be givin' up the whole piece
he's just payin' for the sex
and I know you prostitutes is playin' with the sex
so who's next?
Don't think that you can play the Homosapien
cause I got plenty of friends that's like waiting in the trenches
and I know your intentions
you wanna be down with a rapper
so you clap your
thighs around my legs like a sandwich
but I'm not famished
your schemes & plots are outlandish
tan is the color of my skin, but
false is the color of your grin
so you can't win
this ain't no joke
and honey dip you can quote
note for note
and squeal like a billygoat
and tell your friends that Del is stuck up
but in reality
you phucked up
now nubians ain't givin' money for the sex
and ayo
nubians ain't givin' money for the sex
you stuck out in the cold
like a mole on my asshole
cause brothers ain't givin' up another red cent for the sex
now, don't you look foolish?
Ya gold diggin' ass looks goulish
pale as a ghost cause ya post high like a man is a big wheel
because (it ain't no big deal).
(Chorus:)
(Bridge:)

(Chorus:)
"Ahonetwo, ahonetwo, I like it..."
I'm chocolate like a Barr
but my name is not Roseanne
my skin has a pigment, reminiscent of a tan
I plan to grow dreads
but first a nappy fro
the longer the hair
the easier to scare a foe
it grows from my head until it covers up my face
people look & stare when I walk into the palce
this is just a taste form the Funkee Human Being
ain't no misbehavin'
ain't no use for ravin'
surrounded by the people who would stab me in the back
my skin is really brown
even though it's labeled black
sometimes I wear a cap, and sometimes I wear bandannas
forbidden in L.A. but I wore one in Atlanta
I chisled up a sculpture
to complement my culture
thoughts of silly nubians is prone to give me ulcers
hangin' with the brothers who are tribal in their ways
for this is how I like to spend my days
and it pays
to steal a groovy sample form the archives
use my mental staff to eliminate aparthied
still gather papes like my man Malcom Forbes
ponderin' my life as I look into my orbs.
(Chorus:)
I love the shade of green like my brother Billy Bixby
I utilise a sample that I salvaged from the 60's
cause I'm picky
my meal must appeal to me like Morris
far too many fraudulent opponents in the forest
I fall into the Gap when I need to purchase clothes
easy on the fads
cause the posers always pose
I suppose they will bite
they'll try not to show it
I came very plain and then feelin' rather loaded
I ditched all the beads
cause my needs seem to differ
me and CM-P are like the Gil and the Skipper
he will use his clippers to give himself a fade
I give my fro a sheen with a smidgin of Pomeade
I laid in the shade and I greeted mixel place
with a rhythm and a rhyme
and he said that it's a twist
from the ordinary everyday continual assumption
that R&B & Rap makes a winner
guess who's comin' through for dinner
a native-like brother with the passive little style
that most certainly will smother
suicidal rhymes with apocyliptic tunes
I will drink a seltzer while you dabble with the booze
and giggle when I see ya liver shrivel to a prune
I'm the Funky Human Being
not a monkey or a coon
assume that the style is Funkadelic in the 90's
Del is livin' phat
as I leave a foe behind me.
(Chrous:)

Funk
Gluttius maximus
Dreadlocks
There are eight billion stories in the sunny meadowz
This is just one of them

Intro:
Dr. Bombay, Dr. Bombay
Yo, we got a patient in the front
that's ahhh... suffering from an oversized gluttius maximus
And she wanna know can you solve it...
Verse One:
Mistadobalina is a jack-ass, much like a donkey
And I'ma pin the tail on the funky
Has anybody seen Del? Head swelled
Cause I get paid well, kickin much tail
Drink me a forty as I ride my rhinoceros
You don't like it? Well you gots to kiss
Where the sun don't shine, something like my behind
I lose a fan but I'ma be fine
Dr. Feelgood, didn't think I still could
Make it funky real good
Take it then I looped it
Make you say -- GLORYHALLASTUPID!!
The Motorbooty make you shake your rump
to the brand new D-Funk
Take a chunk cause I'm much like a hunk
to the dark skinned girls with funk in they trunk
Coming from around the way
It's Del better known as Dr. Bombay
Chorus:
Dr. Bombay
He don't stop and he don't play
Everytime I try to catch him he's always running away
(sing it, sing it, sing it)
Dr. Bombay
Could you find time and could you stay
Cause the funk is guaranteed to make my day
(It's, so, funky!!)
Verse Two:
Large as a black woman's gluttius maximus
And the question everybody's asking us
"Where'd you get your funk from"
A brother named George and some 151's
So Let's Take It To the Stage you suckers
I jam, and Mistadobalina eats smut
Back in the house with the crew Hieroglyphic
Now you know everything is terrific
Funk in the 1990's that's ironic
So grab you a sack of that chronic
Down with Da Lench Mob straight from the ghetto
But I'm under the sun in the meadow
Me and Miss Amazon sittin on my lap
Butt so big when she walk it clap
Doin the hoochie coochie in the forest
Y'all know who I am so girls sing the chorus
Chorus:
Dr. Bombay
He don't stop and he don't play
Everytime I try to catch him he's always running away
(Has anybody seen that...)
Dr. Bombay
Could you find time and could you stay
Cause the funk is guaranteed to make my day
(sing it, sing it, sing it)
Dr. Bombay
He don't stop and he don't play
Everytime I try to catch him he's always running away
(Dr. Bombay)
Verse Three:
Watch your watch, cause if your spouse calls
Del's gonna damn sure make a house call (hello?)
You peeped out my drawers on your fence
I'm a dog, so you might see paw prints (woof)
(Whattup Doc?) Wait, it ain't cool to jock
Cause you're real far from a ballerina
So ohhh ohhh, Mistadobalina
Freeze, and get up off your knees
Everything that Dr. Bombay say
Is guaranteed to make your day
So OOPS upside your head
I like Club Med hangin out with the dreads
And girl if you ain't got a germ
I won't hesitate to pull out my Funky Worm
But if you ain't down with Del funk
Cancel your appointment and please get the hell on (see-ya!!)
Cause I won't have fraudulent foes
under my nose, if you won't eighty-six the clothes
Get out the way, so I can save the day
Cause I'm Dr. Bombay
Chorus:
Dr. Bombay
He don't stop and he don't play
Everytime I try to catch him he's always running away
(Peace to the Boogiemen)
Dr. Bombay
Could you find time and could you stay
Cause the funk is guaranteed to make my day
(I hate having to wait)
Dr. Bombay
He don't stop and he don't play
Everytime I try to catch him he's always running away
(D-E-L and Hieroglyphics, hahahahaha)
Dr. Bombay
Could you find time and could you stay
Cause the funk is guaranteed to make my day
Dr. Bombay
He don't stop and he don't play
Everytime I try to catch him he's always running away
Dr. Bombay
Could you find time and could you stay
Cause the funk is guaranteed to make my day
(Ice Cube and DJ Pooh)
Dr. Bombay
He don't stop and he don't play
Everytime I try to catch him he's always running away
Dr. Bombay
Dr. Bombay

(Yeah...I'm gonna take it light...Yeah...D-E-L in the house...funky,
funky,
funky, funky lyrics...check this out)
I contemplate a rhythm with a hunch
swing and give a punch and put a fraud out to lunch
and scrunch up your rap book pages, eat 'em like it's licorice
snatch your gold chains, steal your gold fronts and return 'em to the
caves
of the motherland
and ride a rhinoceros back to the other land
so I can show a foe who is the prototype
and then go toe to toe and if the rhythm is hype
I take it on my journeys to the mystic place
so I can dis the facial value of your ballyhoo
see, my style is rather passive but I can get aggressive
brothers get done when they try to be impressive
'cause I do not impress easily
D-E-L is eager to be
the founder of the fragrance
and watch the vagrants
scatter like rats in the sewer as we do 'em like two secret agents
in the region of the forest where the march hare dwells
I sit and write scriptures by the old wishin' well
collect all my notes and sail a boat back to Berkeley
tries fill my vibe 'cause my style is rather earthly
some say it's wack but I ain't tryin' to hear it
as long as what I do contains my soul and my spirit
it's cool, I use this as a rule of thumb
I take a dip into the pool of radiance until the fool was done
slidin' on the floor like a fat ignoramus
ya sold 8 million but ya still don't entertain us
'cause you're fraudulent, I have no time for a jester
go take your place beside Uncle Fester
'cause you are an uncle too, you are an Uncle Tom
and D-E-L and Hieroglyphics gonna drop the bomb
(Yeah...under the sun, under the sun, under the sun...we gonna take it
light) X3
D-E-L, the 18 year old dwella of the meadow
is showin' it hell beats livin' in the ghetto
things are peaceful and everything's settle
with a good night's snooze on a bed of rose petals
I wake up in the morning feelin' happy and refreshed
before I make my journeys I must eat and get dressed
a pair of blue jeans and a shirt with greenish hues
greener than the grass that was caught between my shoes
when I trample through the forest with my brother CM-PX
the kinky haired nubian there with a human
my hair gets notty without the proper groomin'
the whole metamorphis resembles flowers bloomin'
in the shadows, deep within the trenches of the sea
free as Leah, a head of hair like a tree
'cause I'm a love child, follow me now children
'cause I'm a love child, I love to see the children smile
at my answers, foes get frantic and nervous and panic
even as I venture past the planet called Earth
born from the womb of the nebula
deeper in the meadow where my actions are irregula'
I bug out and tell my maid to take the rug out
and dust it, and proceed to throw the thugs out of the pasture
as I recline on a hippo
wipe the funky speech and watch my profits seem to triple and quadruple
teachin' all the pupils proper scruples in the meadow
(CHORUS: "(Yeah...under the sun, under the sun, under the sun...we gonna
take it light) X4"
"(How ya doin'?, How ya livin'?, in the meadow, in the meadow...hey, How
ya
feelin'?, How ya doin'?...hey...ah yeah...)"

It seems nowadays friends step to me bogus
and end up on my couch at night without notice
it's cool to have a friend over every now and then
but I gotta have my space
and I don't wanna see their face
like every single day of the week
talk is cheap
you betta find yourself another place to sleep
it ain't my fault that ya moms got fed up
and now you wanna come to my crib and wet my bed up
you better find a job so you can get an apartment
and you can save your crocodile tears
don't even start
with the sob stories
I got enough from the other seven brothas
in the den playin' Genesis
damn I can't win at this
seems like I'm gonna have to flip
and tell those other brothas
that they're gonna have to skip
I've had it up to here with these lazy cats
sleepin' on my couch and I'm tired of that
(Chorus)
People come to my house
and kinda wonder where the squadron's at
they're not gone
they're just down at the laundrymat
because they wear the same pairs of clothing
I'm taking up crazy patience just holding
my temper
I'm about to start charging rent for
every single brother
that kicked it with my mother eating biscuits
on Saturday morning like a family
the minute they step
it's like moms is crazy mad at me
'cause they're in my mother's room watching television
I feel like giving 'em the boot
and say the hell with 'em
but if I give 'em the boot
I'm not a friend though
even though my room
smells like dime bags of indo but
I can't pretend like I haven't been peepin' it
even mom knows that my brothas been sleepin'
on my couch for weeks
so your speeches fall flat
sleepin' on my couch and I'm tired of that
(Chorus)
Maybe this was just my upbringing perhaps
but I was taught that I shouldn't
take seven day naps
at other brothas' cribs like I don't have a home
brothas on my couch so much there's like foam
coming out the seams
and a pair of jeans is missing from my closet
I wonder why I even bother being friendly
they're running my ass like the Indy 5000
they went and wrinkled my mother's blouse
when they snuck downstairs
for a midnight snack
and ate the last slice of bread
and a box of apple jacks
then they hit the sack
with the stereo blastin'
and even little Tyson is fed up
so I'm askin'
you all to jet
before I get upset
and throw each and every one
of you bums out on your back
my house is a mess
so step ya little pest
who was sleepin' on my couch 'cause I'm tired of that
(Chorus)

Thieves in the night, stick you in the alleyway
They might cause fright, they stick you up for Bally suede shoes
and in the news, and even on Geraldo
You can choose who will lose a pair of shoes (Yup!) word
The ones with the Reebok Pumps get their rumps rearranged
for their change now their down in the dumps (Yup)
You sprint two yards, to sport em on the first day of school
and like a fool, you went out like the worst way
They pulled out a tool, and asked you to remove them
quickly, I told em not to do it and they hit me (What?) in the mouth
with the nine, I thought they was like kinfolk (punk)
I never thought crime would elevate up to Twin Oaks what
but hey, everybody is a victim
Hoodz come in dozens, the magic word is (stick em)
When they spot you and they got you and you can't deal with em
All because you spent two G's on your Boomin System
Loud enough for the whole block to hear
But now they caught you at the light and you're drownin in your tears
(Punk you better raise your ass up out this car)
(Come off the car punk 'fore your ass gets blast)
And never was your fault that your shit was expensive
You shoulda bought a vault, and now I gotta mention that
Hoodz come in dozens, read it in the papers
Seems like everyone caught a little vapors
You can't escape em, so don't even plan it
Gangsta Boogie fever has taken over planet Earth
Now your life is worth a pair of Jordan's?
Now I wear Vans and my fans think I'm poor
When I walk down the block, with money in my sock and shoe
I hate you Mista Gangsta, cause everyone is mocking you
Now I can't get no rest because your pests keep
killing little children like their speakers are worth a million
Plus, it really is a bummer
Someone tried to get me for a coat last summer
(Your coat, check it in punk, hahah!) Damn
Hoodz come in dozens so watch your back
cause they all on the attack and you'll never know
when they'll show up, but when they do
You better throw up your hands like a fan and surrender
Nigga don't be a pretender
You ain't the Hulk G
Give up the cash and all the big bulky jewelry
(All of it) *In what, daylight?* That's the plan kid
They don't even care if it's Candid
Because passerbys mind they own beeswax
So they like steppin to you like yo I'll take these blacks
Give up your cash and your jewels without a argumnet
Otherwise you'll catch one between the eyes (bang!)
Don't play hero, cause hero plus a bullet equals zero
Give up your dough and cheerio old chap
You didn't get a cap busted in your temple
See, it's just that simple
Remember that hoodz come in dozens
(You're god damn right)
Hoodz come in dozens
(like thieves in the night)
Hoodz come in dozens
(punks runnin out of sight)
(So gimme them motherfuckin Nike's)

(Chrous:)
"The same ol' thing (all over the world),
The same ol' thing (got to get 'em wit it),
The same ol' thing (MCs out there got),
The same ol' thing (so let me tell ya bout it),"
MCs keep comin' with the same ol' thing
with the same ol' swing
with the same ol' ending
the same ol' climax
cause many have no vertebrae
yo, but D-E-L & HIEROGLYPHICS have to murder a
fraudulent foe real quick
and get them off of our dicks
show the public that they ass ain't slick
they lack skills
and they can only thrill ya by dance steps
I coulda iced Vanilla, but I haven't got the chance yet
but that's ok
cause he was dissed on Soul Train
he got booed because his rhymes are so lame
he ain't the only one
he's far from it
there's more on Earth
and they're all gonna plummet
like falling stars
because a brother's in charge
I'ma stomp mud holes in they ass like they was El DeBarge
then charge to the front of the class
suckers everywhere like broken glass, yo
but I'ma keep troopin' through the Meadow with the fellow named X
and a pillow
to sock the pussy willows
while I get dough as I grow as a rhymer
and they can keep showin' their teeth like Aunt Jemima
it's the same ol' thing...
(Chorus:)
...and it's gettin' kinda ancient,
I'm in your face with force
to eliminate monotonous
braggin' & boastin' so most will end up profitless
cause they ain't got a foot to stand on
and I'ma leave the stage bloodier than a Tampon
I can't get no rest
because of gamin' little pests
will step & try to test me with the same ol' thing
I wish it would stop
but more than likely it will not
cause too many MCs got the same ol' thing
so I change & rearange rhyme patterens
keep ya mind scatterin'
from the solar system
and I still dissed 'em
the ones with the CRUMBS on they lips
talkin' about Sucka MCs that don't exist
and I get the gist
so don't play me like a imbecile
thinkin' that ya large
but ya small as a thimble
plus I get mantal over funky tracks
and ya still talkin' Sucka MCs?
That shit is wack
if I ever dissed an MC
it was one with a name
so don't tell me he was one in the same
because I know better
I flow better than the average Joe
I use my nubian stick to overthrow that same ol' thing...
(Chorus:)
MCs out there got the same ol' thing
got the sameol' game
and trip, some got the same ol' name
like Rockmaster This
Mighty Kingathat
who died & left you the Wolfman, Jack?
But the Boogiemen are irregular
spactacular, dracula
and plus we're gettin' clever
I never had the urge to ass a tag to my title
and I won't add a (rah!) or a (huh!) at the end of my recital
hip hop hibbit
I never say a rhyme like that
cause I can take my time & give it
thought, so I went & bought
a pen & pad
now I'm makin' MCs real mad
like Young MC
goin' out like Sugar Hill
add a new beat
new rhyme (huh!)
bogus still
and even if we are in the same gang
it ain't no need
for all MCs to have the same ol' thing...
(Chorus:)
...and it's gettin' mighty ancient...

DEL made a pact to be well natural
Back from the wishing well to sell actual
Funk from the fungus grown in the trench
It's getting kinda heavy so I gotta pinch an inch
And it's a sinch
to let my hair grow like a plant
Eliminate the fat gold chains and the daiper pants
Trade 'em for a pair Girbauds
Never make friends with the fraudulent foes
Yes I suppose that I'm fat from the supper
Skinny from the many that try to eat plenty
Now I got to flip on a copper like a penny
Vise uh versa
quench your thirst with
A swig of grapefruit juice straight from the thermos
Hock your jewels, and you can drop your tools
And make a move that can turn us in the right direction
Show your affection as I correct men
Who try to pull the wool over the third eye
Comin' fly with Mr. Greenjeans
It's a bird eye view of the Meadow
As I greet the many people that I meet with a "hello"
"How do you do my compadre?"
What up Kwame?
Back to the Meadow so I can show I'm a
Smooth black brother that is gifted
And if you try to lift this
Yes I got a witness
Nicknamed the Emperor
This wasn't meant for ya'. . .
Ya little crumbsnatcher!