Back to the Roots - Marcus D, Del The Funky Homosapien

Diamonds are forever, but my rhyming is forever

Reaching my efforts as I’m climbing Mount Everest

Got perfect timing like the president, present and past

And it can’t be measured in cash

Try testing me and you get pressed like pheasants under glass

You don’t even measure in my weight class

Run up in your shit with the president’s mask on

Just like dead presidents, that settles it

Where’s the medicine?

There’s no prescription

For this sickness, you feel the affliction

Musical addiction have you coming back

Just like a haunted spirit on the lyrics

Beyond the limits, past the speed of light

Thought processing, don’t even need a mic

I just let it go, Summer set in soul

Summer sets fall, I said it ain’t no punk

You gotta be better, stronger, faster, swifter

If you wanna live to see the scripture

Of your own vision, it’s in your grasp

All you gotta do is learn to adapt

I was rolling down the strip, with dip in my chassis

Her lips was nasty, she doing what you can’t see

In the backseat of the taxi, I paid my fare

Yes she waited there, in the Bay Area where we hating squares

Like boxes of Cheerios, comparing X’s and O’s

I perfected the soul movement, glow-inducing

Leaving room for improvement

Believe in yours and you can do it, using the best of your abilities

Lacking capabilities, stretched to capacity

That will be the day when illegal fakes see me scrape

Like a car door, all aboard to Mars and orbit

Around the Earth in the vortex

Don’t take the subject out the context

Don’t teach the public this nonsense, we should be beyond this