[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 tries 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 talks 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...
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 tries 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 talks 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...
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