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(CHORUS) Webdesigner Langenfeld "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
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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
