Del the Funky Homosapien & Tame One - Specifics lyrics

[Ossie Davis] You should be somewhere where The listening devices are tuned up very high [Verse 1: Tame One] Hieroglyphics, Parallel Thought, Boom Skwad specifics Yeah, f** what you commit to memory I could wing it and bring it doper I'm supposed to, I'm off the hook, banger, hanger, and holster With the sick sh** I'll show you the ropes like Slick Rick when I spit sh** Let the boss set it up in the dojo, cross legged On some different sh**, meditating with incense lit Self-medicating 'til Tame One's dumb numb Up in this b**h, off syzrup, pancakes and prescripts A self-admitted statistic, ghetto from the get-go That got sh** to get ya The Lil Wayne of the game, I'll k** ya Y'all seem soft, I'll sawed-off shotgun your head clean off Sharp as the teeth of a shark, [?], speaking in barks My most recent decent remarks [?] You just a afterthought I'm right here right now, I'm the thing to do But then again, on a scale from 1 to 10, you's a 2 Who's the next to contest? rhyme fresh [?] Evidently, not willing to be building like me Tame One's a kidder, more than likely Look like Spike Lee (hahahahaha) [Verse 2: Del the Funky h*mosapien] [?] drip from the lyrical elixir I mix up like a blender Serve it over ice for legal tender Word bender, droppin' turds and sh**tin' On a personal vendetta, verses fill your vile up with venom Ten car pile up when I hit 'em Demolition derby style, eating rappers Kirby style for dinner Pin 'em to the map, figure four, ligaments torn n***as be boring and their sh** will sit in the store Look at my rhyme on a scroll, see it as literature I ain't bitter or sore about situations, it's nathan My mind be on another wave length From the pavement to the basement To your tape deck, now your iPod is the encasement That contains the things, gimme some of your bank For a fair exchange I say thanks with appreciation You get to peep how I freak the phrases For the people's amazement Me and Tame is a rare breed Bringing styles out the treasury but weary of these Who are like a preview, but we see you You gonna have to leap through some flamin' hoops Before you claim our juice Then if you make it through, Imma bank on you So hard it'll make your face droop, wait fool Take two we gon' have to make you peep game Nothin' too deep that need to be explained Just slap you hard enough to make your brain switch lanes Look out (errrrrrrrrr) [DJ Scratches]