Del the Funky Homosapien & Tame One - The Franchise lyrics

[Tame One] To all my n***as, all my b**hes Throw your motherf**in' hands in the air To all my b**hes, all my n***as Throw your motherf**in' hands in the air [Verse 1: Tame One] Yea, yea, to put it mildly Until my finale, I'll be entirely wired and grimy So find me building with the Boom Sqwad And Elder Gods behind me Some might find it ironic how chronic Became a staple in my daily ritual And my survival I'm naughty by nature Treacherous as a special guest with me cleverness The best of the best I swamp stomp stomp the rest I guess You just the hype man You put on a good performance, but I am the purest And I could a**ure you the hood ignores it Not that I hate but wait To each his own on microphones y'all know it Comparing a clown to a ghetto poet I don't care who knows it I'm blowing your spot like mom and dad Straight off of [?] Ave The dirtiest, Jerseyist, verbalist, ever to spit I'm 30-ish with some purple and piff (Yes) No longer satisfied with just rapping and battling guys Even for dough I come to your show, leave with your hoe Overall that's the protocol [?] that's how it go They poppin' cameras At any champ with a chain Rockin' a bandana (chump, they bammers) They got the game on lock But I'm from the era with Timbs and blunts Now it's all rims and crunk When the f** did smoking [?] become a come-up? To little cats thinking they super heroes that's crankin' it What? As a lyricist, what the f** did I miss? Who you peel to get your record deal, b**h? You s** a dick, admit it On your first 12 inch, I ain't forget sh**, you bust more times than 50 Cent Why everybody sound like Jay now? When did freestyle become a paystyle? Look how fast we stopped f**ing with 8-Mile My influence was Wild Style And added New Jersey steez From OGs like Scott La Rock and Frosty Freeze [Hook: Del the Funky h*mosapien & Tame One] Advertise, I am the franchise Every verse is well worth the purse in rap fans eyes I used to fantasize Now it's real for real, rockin' on the [?] It's advertised, I'm the franchise Each verse is well worth the purse in rap fans eyes I used to fantasize Now it's real for real, rockin' on the [?] [Verse 2: Del the Funky h*mosapien] Imma keep rockin' Trends come and go, and they go and come Like the ocean tide, but the soul survive The funk is continuous, [?] That flow you like never would have been exposed to light Were it not for the cats who rocked before you Mommy and daddy made it That back in the day sh** That [?] their nose at They ain't hip to how far you gotta go back Fade to black Next scene a Iceberg Slim paperback An 8-Track, afros and slacks Chicks doing the bump, pimps doing the strut Bands was producing the funk, the future was us As a youth, I used to sneak in the bar In the basement, and be in musical awe Pops had the Jazz and mom had the Soul Even had African jams to complete the mold The late 70's, I'm reading books by Malcolm X Yeah, his speech just took a hold of my brain stem I wasn't like them other fools off in the playpen My situation the same as far as location That's how I came in, but how I go out Man, it's up to me, so I'm knowing what's up, I'm deep Hip Hop came along, it was my cup of tea I came up in the streets so I could f** with the beat It was similar to the older music I'm familiar with The words I heard was funk but funkier And I come from the funk, and ain't nothin' uglier They used to call me crazy Del for raising hell And spitting bars amazingly well Renegades of Funk was my theme song And Afrika Bambaataa kept my beliefs strong Yo, motherf**ers be modern day minstrels Blinded by Tinseltown, the sh** is foul I ain't hatin', I just ain't involved They wack in my opinion, but that ain't my call My take is to give you that vibe That created the sh** in the first place Peep what me and Tame verse say Get motivated, and find out about yourself And know the basics, ya dig? smell? [Hook]