[Intro: Kool Keith, Del the Funky Homosapien]
Raw
Exhalin' the weed, you know
[Verse 1: Kool Keith]
They want lyrical skill to reveal the glamour
The National Anthem, and then some
Movin' heads to Dr. Ross, and the Linn Drum
I'm going for the dunk, and one
Jet propelled, they excel
Lyrics far behind, you spill
Technique, don't see me travel the wheels of steel
Lecture, all think inside
Army rap, let the tank park inside
Your lady gets sparked in the ride
Leave her thinkin' with the puppy eyes
Taco Bell, your MC, most rappers Napoleon Complex, chihuahua size
Then grip up your wig, cufflink in your father's eyes
Touch up your sideburns, uneven hairline
Your girl rock a lacefront
You know the fate, star wig outs is mine
[Chorus: Del the Funky Homosapien]
Raw shit, carved and ready
Straight from the jaw with bars that's deadly
Sun, moon and stars, you aren't a threat, B
Dumb, deaf and blind, you far from hefty
Ready for the raw shit, carved and ready
Straight from the jaw with bars that's deadly
Sun, moon and stars, you aren't a threat, B
Dumb, deaf and blind, you far from hefty
[Verse 2: Del Tha Funkee Homosapien]
Deltron-Z, back in effect, boy
Huh, my actions extra noid
I got Kurtis to perfect the noise
But not Mayfield or Jackson
You lazy, we lappin'
Mach 7, X marks the spot, we not tellin'
I'm after Keith, I capture beef
With bear trap teeth that clamp down, man down
I command style like a general
Endin' your membership
'Cause you're not indigenous to the rap world
Takin' no shit like Black girls
Rap words slap you first, before you even spat your verse
NFL for life, you guys just pass the Nerf
Clear Channel real mad at
The way we act when we feel manic
Super ratchet, tomahawks and hatchets
Bottle rockets and matches
We bother y'all 'til you can't get any rest
We the problem solvers, involve y'all in a mini-quest
To search for Zelda, you surface dweller
Better bring back the Tri Force 'cause work will fail ya
To execute, you're destitute
Next time, best know who you steppin' to
[Chorus: Del the Funky Homosapien]
Raw shit, carved and ready
Straight from the jaw with bars that's deadly
Sun, moon and stars, you aren't a threat, B
Dumb, deaf and blind, you far from hefty
Ready for the raw shit, carved and ready
Straight from the jaw with bars that's deadly
Sun, moon and stars, you aren't a threat, B
Dumb, deaf and blind, you far from hefty
[Verse 3: Retrogott]
Ein Kurt am Beat
Ein Kurt am Mic
20 Jahre Rap ist wack
Rückgängig in kurzer Zeit
Retrogott DIN A5 Freshness
Auf meinem Textblatt ist kein Platz für deine Wackness
Kritiker denken, dass ich ein Nazi bin
Dabei bin ich cool und ein Funkee Homosapien
MCs sind Inzest und ihres eigenen Kindes Sohn
Und diskutieren mit unbemannten Drohnen über Mindestlohn
Ich heb ab, wenn ich Papier und Stift hab
Du fährst Mercedes, mich holt das Mutterschiff ab
Per Anhalter durch den Wackshit
Ich hab kein Handtuch sondern SM58 im Handgepäck mit
Ich bin Hightech mit 4-Track Equipment
Ich bin der Grund warum Samples wieder hip sind
Und der Grund warum Doorags wieder out sind
Ich bin der Lokführer des Zugs auf den ihr aufspringt
Auf einmal warst du Jiggy
Dann warst du Bordstein
Auf einmal warst du Künstler
Und jetzt willst du wieder Raw sein?
Auf einmal kannst du dich an Big Daddy Kane erinnern
Du schläfst im anderen Hotel mit denselben Zimmern
[Chorus: Del the Funky Homosapien]
Raw shit, carved and ready
Straight from the jaw with bars that's deadly
Sun, moon and stars, you aren't a threat, B
Dumb, deaf and blind, you far from hefty
Ready for the raw shit, carved and ready
Straight from the jaw with bars that's deadly
Sun, moon and stars, you aren't a threat, B
Dumb, deaf and blind, you far from hefty
