The Who

As long as you don't put too much on it Verse 1 [Del, Opio, Phesto, Pep Love, Phesto, Del, Opio, Phesto] Tonight we got the mic on cruise With more luck than horseshoes While we fuse together like Bruticus We move with ten ton thrusters The cosmopolitan cosmonaut up in your knot again like aneurysms Expand with wisdom Musical mannerisms are parallel to cannibalism And animal instinct that's in sync Distinct, leaving suckas extinct when we combine The gravity hella fine, physics of mind Inebriating, leave you gaping open Nothing's safe in Oakland It's potent and murder is the slogan but We showing you the erosion of the stereotypical Itching to pull the trigger on niggas This is all original And brand new, fidgeting with tracks that are rigid and Pigeonholin rappers while collectin' dividends at the door Ya' know [ECHOES] [Opio] And that's how it goes [Del] CHORUS [Del the Funky Homosapien] Who? Who? Who? Who? Who the entertainers stompin' through like cross-trainers? Can't be no plainer YOU! The remainders couldn't never be that one Pack em in by millions attendance is platinum Who? Who? Who? Who? Who the innovators who stimulate like vibrators With rhymes so major YOU! Ya' need us to rock a show, hit the pager Niggas catch vapors when our lyrics hit the paper Verse 2 [Del the Funky Homosapien] Once again in your dimension, tension personified Del and Hieroglyphics pollenize We don't apolgize for getting places packed back-to-back Our rank cranks just about any function While your memory file is blank No hankey-pankey jankey stuff going Down over here no forms of raps eroding [Opio] My styles fluctuate like the Dow Jones average While they stay savage My cassette change shape and transform like ravage or rumble Make the earth crumble and separate Fallin' to the underground Get into your head like a metal plate While you sit and wait for these niggas on TV, they hella fake Hieroglyphics, they can never escape us The eagle eye, Mach 1 breed, mic crusaders [Pep Love] Yes indeed, intuition is the tool in which I use When enriching you with original stylistics And the Hieroglyphic ritual is too habitually blowin up With ballistic attacks Let me just deal with the facts Niggas keep it real in they raps which are not realistic Perfection and our poetical competitive edge Is just a reflection of how we feel shit [Del] This history's impressionist microphone specialist Catchin' bids for putting MCs parts in my fridge [Phesto Dee] The grand inquisitor, exquisite to the osteo My prodigal product a diabolical melodics Aquatic is nautical Motion, Hiero, kenetic flotation so fuck ya phony radio rotation My colossal might on the mic is optimum Hip-hop from the Sequoia Heights populous Gamma rays like Bruce Banner Phase your scanner With mind over matter I slap the curls out you girl scouts...ya know CHORUS [Del the Funky Homosapien] Who? Who? Who? Who? Are these originators rippin' cuts like sabers In the hands of Darth Vader YOU! The remainders couldn't never be that one Pack em in by millions attendance is platinum Who? Who? Who? Who? Who? Who the innovators who stimulate like vibrators With rhymes so major YOU! Ya' need us to rock a show, hit the pager Niggas catch vapors when our lyrics hit the paper Yeah, Ahh