The Glow - Del The Funky Homosapien, Amp Live, Del the Funky Homosapien & Amp Live

Funk Pimpin', that’s my game

And more Funk Pimpin', whatever I say go

They know—if not, they gon' find out

Pipe down, on my treat, they get the buyout

It’s my house, it ain’t built with sticks and rocks

The big bad wolf tickets won’t blow the bricks apart

Interception, I’m gone, ‘bout 50 yards

No field goal, go home and kick some rocks

They get distraught trying to switch the mark

I know where I put the shit down, my shit’s the bomb

Let’s go, death hole, stretch your, limbs out

Like Plastic Man, and launch they ass like elastic bands

That’s a slingshot;

everything I bring hot

One touch will melt their ass just like a Ring Pop

Only the chosen few get into the mode I use

They be overused, therefore, they’re just disposable

Ice cup with the roof on top of your house

That’s a trash can, last stand, they knock a man out

Surrogate parent, it’s apparent I’m sonnin' ‘em now

Check the calendar, Father’s Day, you honor me now

Don’t get lost in the glow, the glamour, the glitz

You just work here, you don’t know who the manager is

Don’t get lost in the glow, the glamour, the glitz

Better steer clear, all you gon' do is crash in the whip

Don’t get lost in the glow, the glamour, the glitz

You’ll get nowhere if you don’t quit that crap that you kick

If God appear and bestow some miraculous twist

Then you could cheer and you hold up your rappin' to this

Nowhere man, all you was was a troll of The Beatles

Think you hold the world on your shoulders, you know that you’re feeble

Very funny, dummy, think you cold but no one believe you

Come visit to the North Pole, you know it’ll freeze you (AH-CHOO)

That’s sub-zero;

tried too hard to be a weirdo, that ain’t really you

No sense of style, I sense your style is false

Something fishy, I could pick up the scent for miles

Infantile, what I expect from a simple child

And you can see how we different now

This is how it’s done, I don’t give a fuck what they mouth run

It’s not about how they front, it’s about the outcome

How dumb can they all remain?

Left back, they can’t walk the stage

What they call a game, I play hard and score the most

They give theirself extra points for lower goals

I don’t know, what’s the point, they showboat

Perpetratin' like they rich—you know you broke

And you know it’s true, I can see the hoe in you

Pimped by the bandwagon, do what they told you to

Don’t get lost in the glow, the glamour, the glitz

You just work here, you don’t know who the manager is

Don’t get lost in the glow, the glamour, the glitz

Better steer clear, all you gon' do is crash in the whip

Sit back, grandstanding, you don’t know you old news

And you thinking you so cool—no, fool

I’m going hard, no regard

‘Cause fools be thinking they bigger they are—Napoleon Bonaparte

They going far out their comfort zone

They get blown apart, hemoglobin and bone shards

Stormy weather, better go get an umbrella

Or get hit by some fella’s guts sailing

Beat chunks cover the street up

Gotta wait for trash day for the clean-up

That’s what happens when Funk Pimp come home

And why they call him Funk Pimpin'?

I manipulate the tones

I make the flows the walk the track;

yeah, I’m all of that

Invest a dollar in yourself and get five dollars back

Holla back… DZL

Don’t get lost in the glow, the glamour, the glitz

You just work here, you don’t know who the manager is

Don’t get lost in the glow, the glamour, the glitz

Better steer clear, all you gon' do is crash in the whip

Don’t get lost in the glow, the glamour, the glitz

You’ll get nowhere if you don’t quit that crap that you kick

If God appear and bestow some miraculous twist

Then you could cheer and you hold up your rappin' to this…

You may think you have profound revelations

Only to discover later that they are none too profound

(Ooh yeah)