Samba Soul
N.A.S.A., Del the Funky Homosapien, DJ Q-Bert, NASA 2000
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It's Del baby back again now, Shit gone change and it ain't gone change Wanna play games That's out of Your Range I got, mad brains I interpret things Precisely pick em apart, my day start with art Foul remarks are met with the tart Attitude, that is rude boy, buddy embark on a Journey Boy the tumble and dry keep turning I be burning the midnight oils Computer screens glaze while my ideas coil I'm a Leo, I veto my ego, when I greet all my peoples I see through the evil Can't outfox this, I'm cautious with gob stoppers Who pop they choppers, uh uh No go, I said so. you're flaky like the outside bread on an egg roll Diesel, the measles, you don't wanna catch those Slap foes, dap bros, welcome to the black hole Lets all act now unless you cracked out My mouth spit math out, hope you don't pass out And we can do this with a bit of Samba Soul I want yall to really get wit it let it hit your in the Soul Can you dig it, can you dig, can you dig it? Yeah yeah yeah... Out of sight, I knew you could so lets roll and get down with this Soul Diesel neither come back or flow back, know that Cut off a limb this shit grow back Slip it a kojak, blaze up a drosack Just so I can get in the Bo black Hoes that's Difficult, Just cause they weak inside, like speakin lies I'll ignore them, symptom of boredom Whores come in dozens, plus they a dime a dozen No time for frontin', better find em something My motto is don't be sayin' shit you don't be doin and you wont be ruined I don't be foolin', I hope these useless gooses stop the foolishness They're excuses merely lead to my Inclusive clairvoyance about a fear of enjoyment Of hoes tryna snare em a billionaire boyfriend Bitch your pussy's not gonna hold me My mind calisthenics is my whole motif, my flow go deep Know those streets from the solo creep Know those beats So don't sleep, that's how you get taken unaware Aching for a Share, hatin' on a playa Never wanna look toward, just sit there and look bored And got the nerve to be materialistic when knowledge ain't nowhere on their wish list And then they blow they whole goal Don't even recognize inside they own soul And then they blow they whole goal Don't even recognize inside they own soul And we can do this with a bit of Samba Soul I want y'all to really get wit it let it hit you in the Soul Can you dig it, can you dig, can you dig it? Out of sight, I knew you could so lets roll and get down with this Soul D-E-L the man you know he'll rock it too Whenever you hand him a microphone to use He is down to business, you know that he don't play So just bear witness to that Samba Soul he display And we can do this with a bit of Samba Soul I want y'all to really get wit it let it hit your in the Soul Can you dig it, can you dig, can you dig it? Yeah yeah yeah... Out of sight, I knew you could so lets roll and get down with this Soul
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Written by: ROBSON JORGE DA COSTA BRITO, LINCOLN MOREIRA, SAM SPIEGEL, ZE GONZALEZ, TEREN DELVON JONES, TOTO MUGABE
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