Del The Funky Homosapien — Wrongplace Casual Remix

[Intro] Yeah, this is D-E-L, I'm about to swell With Hieroglyphics, we about to get specific On being in the wrong place at the wrong time But check it out [Verse 1] I writes rhymes for rehearsal But first, chill, I got a little story to tell About how I almost caught a... bad one Add one to the list of two-thousand-and-one stupid things to do I had crew when they stepped at a party Hardly even known, yeah, I own a Smith & Wesson but it's restin' at home In a shoe box, I see crews jock So they try to step and take the props I got No, wait a second, check inside my coat for the shank They must be imaginin' that I'm (money in the bank) They'll get shanked How do you figure? I got bigger brothers waiting in the bushes to mush kids I talk when I wanna talk, never silent I get violent and erupt when I clown ya and pound ya I'd never run from you Even if you packin', you actin', pull your .22 But that's suicide, either you must die or I must so why bust me 'Cause I'm guilty of being in the wrong place at the wrong time Poppin' hella junk and now he's aimin' at my spine And I'm, now in a hurry, a pow and a flurry Comes speedin' by, I needn't die I gotta make tracks and take back my words I eat 'em 'cause everybody knows I didn't beat 'em... [Interlude] Ah, that fool's runnin' What's up, Poet? Why he runnin'? I don't know, they some suckas, man [Chorus] Ow, 'cause you're being in the wrong place at the wrong time Being in the wrong place at the wrong time Everything happens for a reason Commit the treason and it'll be a season soon [Verse 2] When I'm out on the town, I don't frown at people 'Cause they tend to get offended and then the heat will Be on me fast, I got class, never out of line 'Cause I'm standing here without a nine Pistols I wish will not blast me And task be, circlin' corners lookin' for Warners You know, the Brothers, me and you We didn't do nothin' but they gotta sweat my crew 'Cause we rollin' This is my car, it isn't stolen I hope you catch a cap in your colon As a treat, when you're walkin' the beat I bet ya gotta sheet in your closet for the Ku Klux But who busts first? There is two laws you know: Laws in the city and laws of the ghetto I go to clubs with a smile on my face Just in case brothas wanna wild in the place Because of jealousy, well, it's me, and only me I couldn't front on my peoples 'cause I don't believe in phony Since I'm right here, I got to make it quite clear Since you all know now that's why we're Never in the wrong place at the wrong time [Chorus] Never in the wrong place at the wrong time Everything happens for a reason Commit the treason and it'll be a season soon Being in the wrong place at the wrong time Being in the wrong place at the wrong time Everything happens for a reason Commit the treason and it'll be a season soon [Verse 3] Damn, I hate cops Somebody need to bust they chops 'Cause they get props for all the brothas they pop Peep, I smoke weed, get weeded 'Cause I need it to calm my nerves before a pig get served I get busted for less than a gram of hash And now they wanna cram me ass in the slammer fast You punk po-po I know bringin' in hash from Amsterdam was a no-no I didn't know they would catch me, fetch me with a dog Stretch me out at Customs, gotta bust 'em I can't call it They found it in my wallet I'm being processed, I can't stall it I wish they would leave me alone Dog lookin' at me like 'feed me a bone' He might bite me, very likely They strike me with a fine or time And of course I choose the fine And mine was five-hundred bones For a gram of hash in a stash, my mind was blown Come back to Michigan, caught up in a mix again Federal offense and I better go and convince the judge You know what I'm sayin'? And you know the judge don't care at all [Chorus] Because I'm being in the wrong place at the wrong time Being in the wrong place at the wrong time Everything happens for a reason Commit the treason and it'll be a season soon Being in the wrong place at the wrong time Being in the wrong place at the wrong time Everything happens for a reason Commit the treason and it'll be a season soon [Outro] Yeah, peace to Hieroglyphics, you know what I'm sayin'? Gotta give my shouts to Casual My props to Snupe, you know what I'm sayin'? Gotta give props to Organized Konfusion, CM Brew Constipated Monkeys, you know what I'm sayin', Kurious Jorge We outta here All these other weak mother... bored, yo Yeah, yeah, keep it goin', keep it goin', keep it goin' Hieroglyphics, Hieroglyphics, keep it goin' Hieroglyphics, Hieroglyphics, keep it goin' '93, '94, '95, '96