Sit Ya Ass Down - Del The Funky Homosapien, Amp Live, Del the Funky Homosapien & Amp Live

Get it, got it, ya get what ya pay for

Get it, got it, ya get what ya pay for

Betcha boogies get broke before the bank get dispersed

When I get pissed because they ain’t shit

From blows, my gang land, they jumped in

For acting presumptuous, ha, well, guess what then?

I’m dumb swift, Charles Xavier need no

Help to read what’s in their skull without cerebral

Complete flow, done deal, I finish each foe

With wordplay as suggested by Ebro

Meet yo' master now, this ain’t practice, pal

This ain’t a test, it’s actually happening now

Rapidly blacking out and then that’s that

They can’t stop the train coming, I’m Amtrak

Can’t be cool?

Then shame on you

Just for that, I’ma rap about everything you do

If you angry, cool;

I ain’t gotta hang with you

Someone shoulda taught you better, shoulda stayed in school

Well, graduate;

you tried swing, that’s when you grabbed the bait

We gravitate toward the floor, now we grapplin'

You in a headlock, I’m checking you like you bet' not

Like your step-pops, struggle until your neck pop

Get it, got it, ya get what ya pay for

Get it, got it, ya get what ya pay for

Hope you happy now, ‘cause I’m satisfied

Glad to be of service, hope you sit yo' ass down

Sir DZL spotted all over the measles of all people

Uh-huh, that’s right, we beat you

To the punch, bowl—spiking it, no

Lacing it, yes—now we take the extra steps

Pestilence gets sprayed, self-explanatory

With the proper tools, death is mandatory

I’m a big deal, they just think they is

As they pour some punch, let ‘em just drink the shit

30 minutes later, can’t remember anything they did

That’s typical of how they act but that’s the way it went

Sir DZL, I’m the rust on the razor’s edge

I’m the judge on the bench listening to their defense

Punch keys when I’m bored, I put the data in

Play to win, call ‘em «trap jaw» when I cave they chin

Punishment when they mouth is loose

Whoopin' niggas like child abuse

Sit down, you fools, they bamboozled

By they own façade, lost in bamboo sticks

Keep your mouth closed, your breath stink

A few mints won’t do the trick, I passed dude some chew sticks

DZL, I weave the rhymes for your amusement

Rollercoaster ride for the suckas, I make ‘em lose it

Url all over they self, spillin' they juices

Told ‘em, «better watch you talk, you clumsy doofus»

Think they could get with me, they gotta prove it

Trapped behind the 8 ball, I break ‘em with the pool stick

Think that the rules don’t stick when it come to them

Too attached to they own customs and they stuck again

Get it, got it, ya get what ya pay for

Get it, got it, ya get what ya pay for

Hope you happy now, ‘cause I’m satisfied

Glad to be of service, hope you sit ya ass down

Go ahead, try to stage dive, we gon' let you

No safety net, I bet they don’t catch you

I get juiced and bank the positive fee

Hefty for fuckin' with D, one punch and they flee

No pillow talk, it’s the brillo caught

In the rat’s teeth, worse than plaque could be

What’s crackin', chief?

Just lower the tone

Ticket you for the noise pollution, you know that you wrong

That’s something I shouldn’t have to say

Every situation don’t call for an act of rage

Told ‘em, «Oh, you loc’in up, I’ll slap your face

Acting brave, need to just act like you have some brains»

One smack, two smack, unravel their braids

Three smacks, discover time travel, retrace their ways

Fuck back in the day, the future is now

Forget about it, let it go, I’m just coolin' on out…

Oh man, oh man

Funk Pippen, why do you say all that?

Why you do that to ‘em?

Man, that’s real…