Offspring

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aiyyo whattup el-p?
 yo whattup del-phonic?
 nuthin man; i was on the bus the other day man
 tryin to listen to my walkman
 this motherfucker all in my face
 tryin to holla at me and shit
 i'm like, "man - dude you just a offspring"
 i'm very interplanetary and vary with various experiments
 gregarious with verbals for your merriment
 what el-p tell me to use, the beat di-ffuse
 you lose and get played like a mood
 i'm rude revolting leave you molting
 no thing - compares to my compadres
 we'll take it to broadway
 it's beautiful the execution flawless
 you all wet, soggy groggy when you saw me
 but i never tire whenever i adjust my thrust
 females blush i bring the california gold rush
 your flow sucks, your stamina can't endure
 i manicure your lavender amatuer landed words
 you haven't heard? cannabis analyst
 add a twist to my manuscripts
 i'l have you sent to the showers
 me and el-p, is superpowers like the us and ussr
 blow you like the deathstar
 leave your chest scarred like sagat
 my plot proliferates, hits you like barbituates
 in a twist of fate and splits your face
 it's the great deltron-z, soundbombing
 run to mommy, i'm airin out your dirty laundry
 i'm shooting then executing you're aiming from mainstream
 your brain tingles, strangles your lame jingles
 bingo i bring flows that attack like wild dingoes
 can't be pigeonholed, anything goes gringo
 here we go - up jumps the outcast, sever the connection
 my mostly overconfident acquaintances pull numbers
 to the anti-potients and fear that i drip sick in
 and rise out of my shell to teach sick or bedridden emcees
 til they fear living
 blockin the cocks that bust shots, spittin smitten bitches
 til the day of the locust, kitchen cutlery cuts
 dmx 16 crossfade with a strange lust
 dr. strangelove, born in the back of the train, fameless shame
 shared with acne pick brain pit
 tried to capture the moment of subtle death
 destro magnet spit - action fit into capsules
 slipped in the dirty waterway speaker cabinets
 maximum b-boy axiom stabbin shit
 intellectual women find that my rhyme style relaxes them
 and wonder if i fuck to the same rhyme style pattern
 it's autobahn pipe bomb glass fragment shatter
 to break new jacks at after parties for actin actual
 factor x into your formula for fresh thoughts
 with a megalon wingspan that bulge from the back of the text radical
 radio time tracks flatten your flattery
 the tradition excuse used by biters; ambiguously homo
 knotted tights and colored underwear
 that's wrapped around the brittle legs of
 things without weapons - i'm grief diseased brethren
 swim in a sea of shit and malt liquor, feed on excedrin
 radiate through tenements; emcees bleed estrogen!
 del and el-p
 Watch insanity increase
 break it up piece by piece
 never weak in the least
 think you better see a priest
 (mortality, don't battle me, it's costly
 we the raw breed all of y'all is just the offspring)
 yo del kick that shit again
 tomahawking your tom-tom club
 you tried to holler at me at my show, lookin like you on drugs
 you love the del i'll thug you, bumpin juvenile
 thinkin you in style, packin like you movin now
 i move top speed, scott free with cock-d
 knock-kneed delivery that scorches you like lockheed
 dr. decibel, my deliverance is questionable
 but as far as this session goes i'm wreckin skulls
 better check your pulse, we visionaries with this
 scarin the shit outta record labels next to fatal
 right beside homocide bonafied bewilderment
 militant diligence like i'm buildin pyramids
 peel your cap reveal your lack of flavor
 track your pager plus your celly
 piss on your pele pele, catch you comin out of belly
 dumbin out daily, tell me, what was your rationale
 think of matchin del i disconect your pactell
 my mobile code words, showboat with no hope
 for any rhyme you kick or any beat you load up
 leave you catatonic off a bag of chronic, skanless with anthems
 stomp your little cadence out at random
 ran-random, ran-random
 el and del-aphonic known to go off on a tantrum
 now you know.
 for the backpackers, for the computer hackers
 for the misplaced famous, for all the video gamers
 for the derranged krylon stain makers
 for the ungry hungry ass verbal brain rapists
 that new york to the bay shit!
 "go off, go off!"
 

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Duration
04:20
Key
8
Tempo
176 BPM

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