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"Time is too expensive"
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Too expensive, it's too expensive
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Too expensive, you know what?
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Time is of the essence
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Whacha say now? Whacha say, whacha say now?
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You know what? Time is of the essence
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[Del]
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My vast knowledge of rhyme is past college
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Blast, demolish, polish off all enemies
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I can't fall in this rap game, I got acrophobia
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Plus half these rappers out here are fuckin dead like necrophilia
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You know the thing, chocolate like Ovaltine
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Comin down on the mic like eggs from ovaries
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Monarchal metaphor, malevolent with settlements
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Maniacal when Hiero flow, unstoppable and chock full
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of funk the freak, so fuck the foreplay
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Del has been ordained to terrorize your brain
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The diagnosis, the show business bogus
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My lyrics lash out, like I was throwin stones in a glass house
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Rappers pass out, ass out
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And anyone left on the scene who has doubts
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Y'all fools ain't got no nuts I'm doin donuts
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Slow up whoever show up, I'm too robust
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So what? I'm invincible invisible lyrics
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Original origin unknown from here on in
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Uncommon dominating hip hop
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Permiating every portal with mortals
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More flows Heaven scent, microphone etiquette
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And lyrics up for your goblin and kill the novice
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I write bad subjects like the Hobbit
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And on to the next phase before you try to rob it
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You know, D-E-L, yeah!
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[Del]
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Supreme MC's reach out when I'm on top
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Catch altitude sickness not to use fitness
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In front of witnesses get with this fetch the funk
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While I test the skunk, see I will caress the blunt
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Come step through the flames of Hades or remain a lady
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Rhymes infectious as rabies -- Deltron, hell on earth
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Prevailing curtailing, you're shattered with data
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Directed, my method, hectic, try and dissect it
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Next shit, hydrauling we're calling you out
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I rap with accuracy - I'm sick of fools actin
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like they blacker than me - y' know, usually bourgeoi'
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We a new breed of MC remedy
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For inner street jerks who wanna flirt with our sound
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but ain't really down, silly clowns Barnum and Bailey rejects
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Press eject on defects (yeah)
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These threats delivered signed and sealed by the Delmeister
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German for master, burnin the blasphemous
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Whatever you ask of us gets fullfilled
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Non-linear, you couldn't find a flow friendlier
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Or even similar with beats that knock
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Those who cock block transport 'em to the chop shop
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Operation X cause we often facin death
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And fake ass players are lost and wastin breath
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[Del]
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Lyrical master, turnin mic sessions to disaster areas
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I'll wax your derriere
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Disable MC's with fatal degrees and flows
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Flamboyant flamin fools like mesquite, let's eat
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These barbeques are for you
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Were are the few the proud the Hieroglyphics
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Microphone moguls with code words and hand signals
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For negros, spanish for black
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I'll vanish your raps, at the borderline
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Where you can order rhymes
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Never monochromatic, y'all know the habits of Del
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Talented, creating lyrical Gallaghers
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Highest caliber, hip hop puritan
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Throw my voice like Surrican, or ventriloquists
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Until it sit in your cerebrum, I need them
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Through the medium of music, too sick
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The ratio is glaciar, Gigantor
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My flow is lighter fluid, you'll need a higher druid
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Magicians and Mages, superb my primal rage is
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My styles all over the place, disease contagious
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And treacherous (what?) like Mussolini (uh-huh)
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but cooler than Fonzarelli eating fussilli
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With roots in hip-hop goin back to Whodini
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Who see me, no eyes, your style is corny like bow ties
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No fries, keep that shake for a keep sake
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As well as patened Del hysteria
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Malaria area, 88 bait for bitin MC's
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They're bitin to see, see that's like a likin disease
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My time is up, I take my mic and I leave
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Time Is Too Expensive
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Del The Funky Homosapien |