Artist: (A Plus f/) Del the Funky Homosapien, Pep Love Album: My Last Good Deed Song: Nothing Fake/The Ultimate Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash C'mon... {*echoes*} C'mon now [Del the Funky Homosapien] Don't believe what they tellin you about me and Plee ya see that we illustrious Flames you can't douse or doubt You know we came to turn this motherfucker out See - everythang fo' what it really is, still feelin big at our expense, as scarred against our excellence Excalibur with which I done blurred a thousand words Whittle 'em down to about a third They got - nerve, loudmouths, they birdbrains, they ain't knowin Plee and Tajai, tch, rhymin since the third grade Back then niggaz called it a nerd game Now they sit on the curb tryin to learn game, earn fame But we from the O, that's why, we let 'em know the thangs to be up out, plus we want the flow for the people here, equal share Yeah they treat us fair, cause we speak with care about all y'all [Chorus: Del] I know you and you know me And somebody told me that we O.G.'s So if you feel that then shake and bake Cause my nigga A Plus ain't nothin fake I know you and you know me And, somebody told me that we O.G.'s So if you feel that shake and bake Cause my boy A Plee ain't nuttin fake {*record scratches off needle*} "Awwwwwwwwww shit." "Wasn't my fault y'knahmsayin?" "I hear you~!" {*beat changes*} [Pep Love] This one feel good Plee Let's do it Hieroglyphics mayne, we the ultimate Gettin dough don't quit, and if we in it we on it It's on from the beginnin, my niggaz is winnin In the zone and we inchin in for dollars quarters and pennies We got plenty, and we fin' ta be "2005 'Til Infinity" my live niggaz feelin me We drop toxic hot shit And make hip-hop, skip to the rhythm for profit Bitches on the dick, they love Hieroglyphics White girls, latinas, asians and black chicks Act a fool, break a rule, get your paper dude I'm on point cause if I make a mistake I lose Truth spitter, you shoulda knew When I blew through the roof with a blueprint of new And improvin abusin the rules, we hit 'em and get 'em confused by my many tentacles when accused of contradictin myself Get off of my dick and excel in your own right Then quicken your step to the next lev-el We XXL and do it big as the planet now let's get this mail Yeah "There's something strange about him" "Strange isn't the word for it"