[Intro]
Yay, it’s my birthday
Yay, yay, yay, yay
Hell yeah

[Verse 1: Del The Funky Homosapien]
I captivate and control it, dilapidate and erode it
The master make 'em all focus
Like I break it down to components
Fools just be cloning
Studio gang's controlling the chef though
I'm left overs as they be goal tending
Flow be slow-winded, nobody know I'm mention
Go overboard with a bunch of chords
You left in suspension
So far keep your distance, resistance is resisted
The ring I ain't finna kiss it the whole mix you missed it
Loads of raps, overload until I expose the fact
Broke your back, next time come out with shoulder pads
They know they have shut up and listen to an older man
Behold your man, he might have a poison that a cobra has

[Chorus: Del The Funky Homosapien]
Seems like a leap in time, back to simpler days
When technological advances were minimal
Seems like a leap in time, back to simpler days
When technological advances were minimal
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