Tekster:
Del The Funky Homosapien Other

that ya take, 'cause I ache the ear canals Many try to flex my neck, but fear the child, so yep [CHORUS] "Ahonetwo, Ahonetwo, I like it Ahonewo, Ahonetwo, funky human bein'" [DEL

"It is the year 2387 Man has relieved an overcrowded Earth By the establishment of planetary colonies In other star systems of the milky way galaxy The

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

descriminating myself, when I'm making my wealth pure facts it's hard for me to endure wack MCs I lay my tracks with ease I'm tellin' you that Del is

at the war on the weak [Hook] [Verse 3:] Del carelessly convorting Over more things than tracks Your skull perhaps Spinal taps vinyl laps over each other

Made in America, where ya placed on the totem pole I got soul cause I'm a black man never sellin' crack and track the police the facts I release go straight

Let me tell you a little story about the slave master. Use a whip on your ass so you behave faster. You got chains on your neck, and the Man's respect