Burnt (feat. The Hyrogliphics)

Del Tha Funkee Homosapien, The Hyrogliphics

4 Apr 2019


Burnt (Remastered Version) - Del Tha Funkee Homosapien

Mista twista get ya

Every single time

And I rhyme like I know

So I flow

With tha gifted tongue

An encryptic brung

New phrases into the mazes

Play this

Two times a day with a dayo

Day eh eh yo and the daylight come

I plum forgot what a wack rhyme was

Because I buzz like a bee

In the ears of my peers

So they know and I know

We all know dayo

Day light come and me wanna go home


No tool

No Smith and Wesson

Just an opposite


So I can pop a bit

Of sh*t on the mic when I get on the mic

"p-p-p-p-ping "


I ricochet a bit on the mic

And I like it

Just like the Gulf or World War II

D-E-L will C-R-U and sage anyone who

Makes advances when I'm incognito gweedo


Is the answer

When I prance up on ya skull like a frito



But I ain't finished

Till I let the flip side ride

Till the rhythm is diminished

I would if I could

But I ain't cause I cain't

Time for me to lay down the law

Who's raw

You saw the blues from the shoes

Of the writer

Stronger than a cisco

In ya like a cider


Try to win the lottery before you

Try to slaughter me

Because I'm not the G

To be stepped to

Kept you

On ya tons

As my rep grew

I let through

Negative foes

So you better get flows to counteract

What we've done

Proceed one good

Cause I'm armed like a sleeve son

Plead dumb and step back

As I rep

Shop collect

Respect drops

In debt the next prop


The hardest is the one who don't pass out

If Tyson's last name were Aphone

I'd knock his a** out

The bigger the better

The better the bigger is

Whenever you figure this

Ni**a is gettin' his

Be real and don't kill with

Flaws the ill cause

Is answer to the gods

And that's when you lost

Keep on losing

Amusing many tactics

I came to earn more green

Than Saint Patrick

And I make backs if you get caught frontin'

Never bought a Newport but I puff a blunt'n

I needs no sugar crisp

To get swift

So what with two syllables

Exemplifies the gift


I sense those that try to feel my ladders

Bladders release upon your porch

If you don't cease

I respond with minimal distraction

When I see one

Fatter than re-run

So what's happennin'

It's not where you from

It's just how you come



Respect the rough neck

Is not gettin' bucked

And tucked into their beds like nighty nighty

Theft of the membrane

None left cause I'm a righty

Fight these

You'll catch vollies for your follies

And mistakes

I stick fakes wit shanks

So no thanks

Wack sh*t

Your attemps to rap are innaffectual

Like gettin' butt styles

Like the heart of homosexual

Not for sex

When you rap the intersection

Of damage

Sandwiched knuckles

And what your luck pulls

Bad ones

Catch one or two

Rather a view

A slew for soft a** phonies

Bust your cronies


Try me

You'll catch my Vans in your hinee

That's if my backgrip slips

Though I doubt it

Pout if you want to

Convert me to filey

But I seize more than them candies

Nothing gets by me

So play the tracks

And you'll go out like "later max"

Next to Tajai cause I kicks the greater stacks




Bob your head to this


Soul socidle

Idle chatter never slips

Off the lips

Of this writer

Might not be a greater innovater

Of the rhyme scheme

My style is the visine

To get your eyes opening

This raggedy andy gets dandy

Like a lion in the meadow

While the teapots blow off steam like a kettle

You hip to the hop

I kick

I trip the life fantastic

Gettin' into the grooves

That'll bend the phonographics


The vandal with the vocals

Making the locals go insane

The regal rhymer speeks substinance for the brain

Get frisky with the phrases

As you praise this life divinity

The one of liberated soul

Controls for infinity

Got styles by the square mile

Cat's got a frightened child

Hieroglyphics will uplift the

Rhythms for the meanwhile

Articulate my lingo

As I mingle in my medium of speech

And peace to pop prophets as I piner and teach

A smidgen of religion to the fraudulent


Pay attention

I'm the master of this convention

Kick the wickity wiley stylee

While you sutterin' just like smilee

Skippin shingles of your shattered dreams

Too bad it seems you try me

The wise and wordy wizard

Pays a visit

To your subconscience

Quest to run the land

Distinguish all the nonsense

Optimistic stylistic mystic myth

I'm swift like Mercury

Mercy me

I surely shoot the gift

People call me soup just because I'm livin' fat

People call me nasty: it's because I eat the cat

And I swing a bat to level heads

Leaving devils dead

Never said never

Cause of clever heads

Better dreadlocks


On the top of my crop

Never flaky

If this was a field then

Bo Jackson couldn't shake me

Bake me

Betty Crocker's oven isn't hot enough

If you wanna spread the skins

Then I got alot of stuff

Not a bluff

Not a tough guy

Thinkin twice

Why step

Here's a fly rep

I kept my step ladder


I had a fatter spliff I was hittin' on

Now it's just a smidgen like a pidgeon

I be shittin' on

Sittin on a futon

Slippin' lots of boots on

I'm the type of brotha that ya

Have to get ya troops on

Oops I'm sorry cause I didn't mean to dis you

I could hook a hoe and make her blow

Like I was tissue

Mary had a little lamb

Adam got a lot of dough

Need help with your garden

Scholar got a lotta hoes

Yo I didn't mean hoes

Yo I meant women

If she got the pool I got the trunks

Let's go swimming

Dip dip dive

Cause I'm live

Liver then

Five or ten

Of the men

On my jock

You don't stop

Here a pimp

There a pimp

Everywhere a pimp pimp

This A-plus grades the quiz

So there it is


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