Time Is Too Expensive Songtext

von Del The Funky Homosapien

(CHORUS)
"Time is too expensive"
Too expensive, its too expensive
Too expensive, you know what?
Time is of the escence
Whacha say now? whacha say, whacha say now?
You know what? time is of the escence

My vast knowledge of rhyme is past college
Blast, demolish, polish off all enemies
I can't fall in this rap game, I got acrophobia
Plus half these rappers out here are fuckin dead like necrophilia
You know the thing, chocolate like Ovaltine
Comin down on the mic like eggs from ovaries
Monarchly metaphor benevilant with settlements
Meniocal when hiero flow unstoppable in shock
Full a funk the freak, so fuck the foreplay
Del has been ordaned to terrorize your brain
The diagnosis, the show business bogus
My lyrics lash out, like I was throwin stones in a glass house
Rappers pass out, ass out
And anyone left on the scene who has doubt
Y'all fools ain't got no nuts I'm doin donuts
Slow up whoever show up, I'm too robust
So what? I'm invincible invisible lyrics
Original orge an a known from here on in
Uncommon dominating hip hop
Permiating every portal with mortals
More flows Heaven scent, microphone and a kick
And lyrics up for your goblin and kill the novice
I write bad subjects like the Hobit
And on to the next phase before you try to rob it
You know, D-E-L yeah

(CHORUS)

Supreme MCs reach out when I'm on top
Catch altitude sickness not to use fitness
In front of witnesses get with this fetch the funk
While I test the skunk, see I will caress the blunt
Come step through the flames of Hades or remain a lady
Rhymes affectious as rabies
Deltron hell on earth, prevailing curtailing
Your sate' with data
Directed, my method, hectic, try and disect it
Next shit, hydrauling we're calling you out
I rap with accuracy
I'm sick of fools actin like they're blacker than me
You know, usually bushii
We a new breed MC remedy
For inner street jerks who wanna flirt with our sound
Are they really down, silly clowns Barnum and Baley reject
Press eject on defects
These threats delivery, signed, and sealed by the Delmeister
German for master, burnin the blasphamis
Whatever you ask of us gets fullfilled
Non-linear, you couldn't find a flow friendlier
Or even similar with beats that knock
Those who cock block transport em to the chop shop
Operation X cause we often facin death
And fake ass players are lost and wastin breath

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Lyrical master, turnin mic sessions to disaster areas
I'll wax your derriere
Disable MCs with fatal degress and flows
Flamboyant flamin fools like mesquite, lets eat
These barbeques are for you
Were are the few the proud the hieroglyphics
Microphone mogules with code words and had signals
For negros, spanish for black
I'll vanish your raps, at the borderline
Where you can order rhymes
Nevermind the chromatic, y'all know the habits of Del
Talented, creating lyrical Gallaghers
Highest caliber, hip hop puritain
Dub my voice like Surrican, or ventriliquists
Until it sit in your cerebrum, I need them
Through the media my music, too sick
The ratio is glacier, gigantor
My flow is lighter fluid, you'll need a higher druid
Magicians and Mages, superb my primal rage is
My styles all over the place, disease contageous
And treacherous, like Mussolini
(?)
Producin hip hop goin back to Whodini
Who see me, no eyes, your style is corny like bow ties
No fries, keep that shake for a keep sake
As well as patened Del hysteria
Muleria area, 88 vapor bitin MCs
They're bitin to see, see thats like a likin disease
My time is up, I take my mic and I leave