Del The Funky Homosapien — Fit Like A Glove

Jeah I got that shit I got that shit that Really work and it fit Like a glove And i be speadin the love I ain't stingy Niggas just gotta get wit me Perfect fit Try it on for size You gone work it Put it on Flaunt it on purpose Make it your own Take it and grow Haters don't know We tried to tell em this shit 100s of years ago Ok all you mugs lissen up We got a few fools out here Poppin shit about us I know you heard Same ol' backwards shit By now i know u probably used to it I got news fo them tho Hustlin baby End of discussion Handle it On the goodfoot Movin forward All u niggas who be So full 'o shit I just ignore u Comin up wit Cures for ills Mysterious fields that Be hoverin I peep and discover them The consequences as The song commences Dumb defenseless Sons of bitches shouldn't tempt this In an instant I will away offences To distances that render Them inneffectual Flow is impeccable Checkin hoes Disrespectin foes Who don't need no label Call em joe shmoe I don't need no label Make my own dough U wanna get in on this Funk then compromise Seein as i'm on the rise The industry's demise I had the foresight to Notice in development Sir DzL He never settle fo less Ghetto express Delivery like federal express Keep the harmony Within confusing boundaries That's my specialty Illusions surrounding me Just be comedy Outdated special fx Cuttin edge in 1936 Most of all i see be Straight up fiction Depictions of mofos Playin the victim Way too privileged Who be hatin like bitches Way too suspisious Need to take ur position Out my way mofo Movin thru You get an "F" for fired I got it from here jack Your idea of discipline About as dumb as it gets Your mind shallow That ain't as deep as it gets The flow's heat when i spit? Roast mofos plus the Beat to a crisp Ain't no secret to this Sir DzL the Reaper my bitch Ain't no sequel to this Get off my dick and Make ur own sequence of hits I be deep in the abyss Frequently pissed Because u underestimate How i be freakin the gift Completely in bliss Walk around souped like Cambell's Can't tell Or accept I got it goin on F ur test I walk around Expecially vexed Ready to rep Because i know you petty and pet As in petro Throw u in the death hold Flexin flows Press more than you can tow You go ahead attribute My triumph with flukes Shit again right in yo grill There's the proof Jeah You can't hear me tho I got an eerie flow i know It spook ya Bitch it's the future Get used to it DzL he here to stay Drill funk in yo ear Give you an earache Fear make you tremble Backstab yo own kinfolk That's how you know that the End is close Sir DzL I'm a win the vote Cause i give em hope And your whole intent is to Pimp a hoe You gotta be fuckin kiddin I will slap the shit outta you mofo Get the fuck outta here I see u think you're Superior in every corridor Where attributes and faculties Kick it But you weak That's the most accurate description And no you don't hear me What i'm sayin ain't nearly near What it appears to be Handle it Sir DzL Comin to you live Like a telephone wire layin Out in the street Zzzzt! watch out Here to serve the community With true flow fluidly Ain't nothin new to me I taught the school to read Now dig that Jeah