Del The Funky Homosapien - Eye Examination

I never had real friends `til now 
I never had to steal endz `cause that`s foul 
I walk the streets with the baseball bat feelin` secure 
but I try not to incite fights that`s immature 
actions that come back to haunt 
I work hard to get the things that I want 
and never flaunt 
never post where the most guys post high 
I keep my focus towards the ground 
and pound 
any brother who`s my ace to my face 
even if snakes on the unda` 
I try not to wonda` 
trainin` my brain wit` mental anguish 
strange, it`s rather eerie 
clearly 
just a whim 
I adjust the hymn 
deal with the dealers and the squealers and the jockeys 
I can take the fizz out the carbonated copy 
imprints are made in the sand as I walk 
dim hints reveal rather grand as I talk 
small individuals seem larger 
when they take charge of 
their antics 
makin` them gigantic 
so you never suspect their neck bein` strained 
so many situated thoughts in the brain 
heavy weight gain 
so I weight train 
`cause to me the weight gain 
is a great gain 
and I hate sane individuals 
close they nose to new aromas 
I got the smellin` salts that are prone ta` 
clear the nasal, daze 
you`ll probably make a raise to a new level 
and see the true devil 
any color ya wish because the devil takes any shape, 
any form 
any swarm 
ride over your dish like a picnic 
I think the sick shit 
I had my wrist slit 
like a suicide 
but I survived 
and you can too 
plan to 
live a full life free of anxieties 
while you`re at it try to keep an eye on me 
[BRIDGE] 
The man with meditation skills 
wastin` spills, lyrical liquid 
fillin` streams 
wit` dreams 
and I will cream whoever seems wicked 
oral floral arrangements 
is strange since 
you don`t have the comprehension 
I will stop and lynch them 
I`m not the one promotin` gun totin` 
`cause I contain within my brain these computations just as potent 
the mental torturer of course you will acknowledge me 
`cause Mr. Twister places pictures, mental fixtures of photography 
shitty little bitties never get their clitties done, but I don`t think 
they`ll resist 
Mr. Twister 
when I flex my verbal techs. 
exit 
mental anorexic 
I don`t cater to the imbecile so you can bet this 
is a brain buster 
pain thruster 
strain twister 
overwhelming pressure between the temples when I touch the microphone 
I might condone 
the usage of abuse if it is convenient 
I slant and lean it 
like a lever when I leave ya mutilated 
by my enuciated cleaver 
I survived the ither and the either 
now let me take a breather 
(PAUSE) 
From my own little world, 
little girls, little boys 
stay free of hurries 
free of worries 
that`s riddle poised for posterity 
where are we 
goin` from here 
as a ho 
and I don`t know 
and that`s the biggest feeaaar 
when I`m flippin` into daaarknesss 
now I`m askin` can I spark this? 
It`s D-E-L y`all 
from Hieroglyphics y`all 
sayin` peeeeace. .