Style Police - Del The Funky Homosapien

I think it’s time to get the zap board

The rap lord has disembarked to restore the missing parts

For all ya’ll, stiffer than starch

You know the pictorial symbol

Portable nimble brain waves got my grimy chains jiggling

I’m burning at Higher Learning like Singleton

Single out simpletons with stylings such as Intercon

It’s the bomb let’s get it on

Mr. Bombay to you

Slay a crew You never paid your dues

You’re testimony phony bologna

And boney with only a wooden leg to stand on

Like a pregnant panda in the wilderness and I’m the wildebeest

And I see you still a thief with my style in the grill of your teeth

Diligently apealing with speech with militant beats

In and of leaks to let my feet miss the freeze

Mysterious blistering like the gold on Mr T Handicap your voyeurism destroy

your vision

Massive with gashes no defended forms step in the swarm of bees leave with hives

Rhymes conceive with knives of flesh

While you’re wild as exile

My text styles spookier than x-files

You fruity like a pedophile

After the battle cries thats when I metabolize

While you fantasize I antagonize like replacement killers ease your filler

Ridiculous, meticulous

Fry you like a chicken breast

Fuck your smith n wesson

Pull you out of the oven get the dressing

With possession

Question all directions

While you still a suck petulance

Stuck dwelling in the past

Pull over, get out of the car (You're under arrest)

Slowly put your hands behind your head legs crossed (You're under arrest)

I do it till I feel fine

Real rhyme, still time

Stop frame, drop change

Rock brain, stock exchange

Mock my name

There’s not a lot to gain from that

When I’m up to bat its like you trying to duck a gat

You commonplace

I shift time and space

Leave your mind erased like the year 2000 and data replaces the faces

Cause there is no oasis

I wield your locations

A military pack of black tornadoes

I Fernando Slam you on an anvil

Scrape you with a breakthrough

Lacerate your plastic face acquired though plastic surgery

I leave your flow burgundy and crimson limbs and arteries

Down in the chart MC’s

As I’m sipping margaritas its a part of the feature from the particle preacher

Universal ubiquity when you sit with me and chat

You will get to see a fat flow that fried your brain cells like formaldehyde or

alkaline

Check the words now combined

Leave you with powder burns

Deltron Z has now returned

My dogmatic songs average rap artists

I’m an author who augments my solstice to the tip with my groove essentials

I’m coming in a hydrofoil spreading hydroponics

While you chasing the dragon

Like you’re facing a magnet

My brain is digital playing with analog controllers

Force movement in increments with instruments