(Yeah...I'm gonna take it light...Yeah...D E L in the house...funky

funky

funky funky lyrics...check this out)

I contemplate a rhythm with a hunch

swing and give a punch and put a fraud out to lunch

and scrunch up your rap book pages eat 'em like it's licorice

snatch your gold chains steal your gold fronts and return 'em to the

caves

of the motherland

and ride a rhinoceros back to the other land

so I can show a foe who is the prototype

and then go toe to toe and if the rhythm is hype

I take it on my journeys to the mystic place

so I can dis the facial value of your ballyhoo

see, my style is rather passive but I can get aggressive

brothers get done when they try to be impressive

'cause I do not impress easily

D-E-L is eager to be

the founder of the fragrance

and watch the vagrants

scatter like rats in the sewer as we do 'em like two secret agents

in the region of the forest where the march hare dwells

I sit and write scriptures by the old wishin' well

collect all my notes and sail a boat back to Berkeley

tries fill my vibe 'cause my style is rather earthly

some say it's wack but I ain't tryin' to hear it

as long as what I do contains my soul and my spirit

it's cool, I use this as a rule of thumb

I take a dip into the pool of radiance until the fool was done

slidin' on the floor like a fat ignoramus

ya sold 8 million but ya still don't entertain us

'cause you're fraudulent, I have no time for a jester

go take your place beside Uncle Fester

'cause you are an uncle too, you are an Uncle Tom

and D-E-L and Hieroglyphics gonna drop the bomb

(Yeah...under the sun, under the sun, under the sun...we gonna take it

light) X