On the Ball - Del The Funky Homosapien, Amp Live, Del the Funky Homosapien & Amp Live

Welcome back, welcome back…

I don’t know if you’ve noticed

But we have some special guests here tonight with us

Get on up, you know who are

Yeah, once again, live…

Let’s play a game called Simon Says

Let’s see if you can find some bread

Since niggas act like they found the steps

Find out I’m five steps ahead

They got ditched, left in a trench

The foot soldiers missed some steps

Looks like they gotta retrace their tracks

Or face what’s in my missile rack

Zoom, boom, erase their past

This the future, we laid our path

We thought about it, we made our plan

They can’t catch that with a radar scan

Played y’all cast, no addition

They missed the show, no admission

They be actin', they won’t admit it

A fallen star in the solar system

I wanna know what’s really going on

What’s behind that wall?

I know that I’m not off

They paint a pretty picture but I see the writing on the wall

As soon as they miss a shot, they see ‘em on the ball

My word is law, I know they heard that part before

I broke it down to pieces, it’s a puzzle to them all

They think they right on, they couldn’t be more wrong

Well, put this shit together, I can’t do it for you all

They think too small, figure that they’re big shots

If they got the combination, why they gotta pick the lock?

They laughin' in my face thinking they gon' crack the safe

But I planned this from the gate, I just watch ‘em take the bait

It’s easy to catch a rat—just put some cheese on the trap

Shipwrecked, they want a raft—about to take a piranha bath

They outta pocket, I respond and act—that don’t teach ‘em, karma can

They sold out for a bargain and, now they wonder why they heart the man

I wanna know what’s really going on

What’s behind that wall?

I know that I’m not off

They paint a pretty picture but I see the writing on the wall

As soon as they miss a shot, they see ‘em on the ball

Your intellect so microscopic

We kindly request you stay off topic

Me and my friend won’t conform for profit

Been that way since Wheaties and lozenge

Oh, won’t you hand me one while I mop this

Mannequin masquerade, that’s my nautilus

Trying to ascertain as talk shit

Walking Dead coming off so obnoxious

High off the Xanax and they think they rockin'

Put ‘em in a panic, it be stripped of nonsense

But I did not come to kill your cons

I came to uplift, enrich, and launch this

Terrible terrific ceremony of mosh pits

Sucked into the middle of your moniker mantra

Middle finger dangling a double entendre

We fuckin' it up and you fuck it up with the drama

Don’t try to blame me

It’s been sighted, you can’t see

Wrong page, basically

In plain English—they can’t read

Situations, they can’t escape it

And now they on a hate spree

Poppin' shit like I can’t peep

But sooner or later, they gotta face me

If they got a bone to pick, it’s best

To do that shit in the flesh

Simple—in theory, yes

In practice—

Petro, they gotta let go of ego they hide behind

They would rather try to lie, enslave mentally, the highest crime

I wanna know what’s really going on

What’s behind that wall?

I know that I’m not off

They paint a pretty picture but I see the writing on the wall

As soon as they miss a shot, they see ‘em on the ball

On the ball…