- King of Fighters 歌詞 Del The Funky Homosapien
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- Del The Funky Homosapien
- {'{'}Ladies and gentlemen, rap fans of all ages
Tonight we have a literal state of pandemonium
As Sir DzL, aka Joe Higashi, makes his way to the ring
As you can see
You can almost taste the electricity in the air, ladies and gentlemen}
{'{'}The challenger had better live up to the trash
He was talking at the press conference two nights ago
Or it looks like hell be leaving the ring fingerless
After Higashis signature scissor kick
Oh, this is gonna be a good one, rap fans}
Im back with the tiger kick
Joe Higashi, all team activist of spit swivel grip
Crippling blows within editions of flows
Its a gala of gargantuan proportions
The greatest show in stereo
The weary ol drag you been hearin is dead
We playin funk at the burial grounds and its a merry ol sound
And a jolly good time when we body fools with rhymes
Smell the burnin flesh when the words of death
Bring eternal rest or internal stress
Beef or chicken , either way the meat is sickened
Bacteria, we here in your kitchen
Fools hearin but they clearly dont listen
Until they sittin in a twister on they way to Oz
And thats when Imma holla at yall
Cause you gon need the wizards expertise
If you expect to leave
Sir Di, the midnight savior spittin my flavor
Gettin my paper, neighbor
To catch a tiger, you have to try a little harder
I already commandeered you cargo
Sir D-Z, the blue meanie, few see me
A new species like ET
Im too pretty
I cant let you hit me
Im the greatest of all time
Sir DzL, King Of Fighters
Bring on your bigmouths, bring on your writers
They gon be workin overtime catchin arthritis
Bring whoever do ya hooks, bring your choirs
Bring on your phony thugs, they all liars
Makes no difference to Di, Im on fire
Funky with it , go ahead, touch me
Im beggin you, come try to rush me
You weak kid, soon as the beat kick
You already in deep ****, may as well eat it
Put your money where your mouth is
In other words, you are what you eat so bon appétit
So long to competition, they cant conquer
Or defeat or compete, I stomp out they teeth
All 32, metaphorically with words I use
Physical? I aint finna get into that right now
Keepin on the right route, promote restraint
Power in the pictures you paint
Go ahead, wear your stunnas at night
All the better you dont see me comin with the right
Then its the flash of light
From the Polaroid captured right
In your brain, then its beddie bye
Thought you could c**** me like Im just any guy
Off the street and got comfy
Underestimated, now you on the other extreme
And got me under investigation
To see why Di aint nothin to play with
Nathan, no leads
Only thing he gon see is me punchin bags
Beats danglin like cuts and slabs
Joggin in place doin rhythm repetitions
Thatll have you jaw fallout your face
You got a mouth thats out a shape, you loud and fake
Stick around and wait for me to drown you in poundin bass
A boomin system causin you to listen
Like you in prison
Now you lay down by my feet
Pray the Lord you get up in a week
Sir DzL, King Of Fighters
Bring on your bigmouths, bring on your writers
They gon be workin overtime catchin arthritis
Bring whoever do ya hooks, bring your choirs
Bring on your phony thugs, they all liars
Makes no difference to Di, Im on fire
Funky with it, go ahead, touch me
Im beggin you, come try to rush me
Each fool tryin to reach through
Is gon need new fingers when the guillotine sweep through
Tissue and bone with a scissor kick to the dome
Lifted you as if you were floatin, fight officially over
And if it aint, you gon wish it was over
As I issue a cobra clutch shuttin your motor
Skills down like a computer crash, takin you to the task
Rhymes ricochetin all through your ass
The movement is black
Already told you its been proven with fact
How I do it like a student of rap
Musically adapt to any nuisance or trap
Thinkin that they have a shot
If they can just put DzL on freeze
But cease
Im Joe Higashi with flow karate
Wrestling gators is a old hobby
Now I battle cobras and eat poison ivy
****, jalapenos on the open highway
Which hit like a meteor eatin your established mind state
How can I lose? My standards are too high
For fools to view, punchin my kneecaps
With the weak raps that you so proud of not writin down
I dont care who like it
Obviously style is not a part of the criteria or they not hearin it
Its disposable and holds no real substance
So as soon as you step in the ring, its self destruction
Sir DzL, the championship belt you wanted
Im meltin, **** it
Bottoms up, its just a puddle in a bucket
A pot of slush
Yeah
**** the material ****
He cant beat me
He aint got the spirit for this
Plus he ugly and his mouth too big
But this gon be nationwide
Publicly publicized
You betta hope I knock you out
So you aint gotta go through the hostile rounds
My tiger kickll make your eye***** flip
My hurricane uppercutll send you to Oz
And while you there, you can ask the wizard
If he can give you a job
They call me Joe Higashi
You can catch my flow on Hitachi
Wide screen, you gon see how I lean with it
And roll with it
Ol **** *, they gon be mad
Oh, its over that quick? I bought 4 tickets
So Im gonna give you the whoopin
You been sayin I couldnt
Soon as they strike the bell
You gon lose all sight and smell
You already deaf cause your music sucks
So only thing left is your sense of touch
No, sucker, you lost your sense of taste long ago
And I can tell at that ugly ass getup you wore to the show
Im too pretty,I cant let you hit me
Im the greatest of all time
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