| Song | Stress The World |
| Artist | Del tha Funkee Homosapien |
| Album | Future Development |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Jones | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world (Stress the world) | |
| I offer the maximum that you called for, | |
| Who better, to get a crowd to go "Wow"? | |
| Del, A champion true, | |
| I do what the others can't do, | |
| So when you come to, | |
| Recognize | |
| I despise weak, | |
| I'm at my peak | |
| I seek More than the boredom you are accustomed to, | |
| A connoisseur, | |
| I love hip hop more, | |
| Than I did as a kid, | |
| So I gotta kid rid, | |
| Of those, who pose, | |
| Case closed, | |
| I'm dynamic with panic | |
| And it's exactly how | |
| I planned it | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world | |
| Hah! You better peep | |
| Cause the price is very steep | |
| For those who sleep, | |
| I pile my rhymes by the heap, | |
| On cassets, | |
| LPs, CDs, and twelve inches, | |
| Perform the shit, | |
| And get the girls like bitches, | |
| With good intentions, | |
| The key word is redemption, | |
| For those who try to shit on my crown, | |
| Let's get down! | |
| Plastic ass rappers | |
| Get smashed like crackers, | |
| First I shellack ya, | |
| Then hit you with the lacquer, | |
| Then I go to marijuana class | |
| And study cultivation, | |
| So I can make the | |
| USA a better nation, | |
| Get smoked, mellow out, | |
| Vibe, **** the stress, | |
| While I kill | |
| MCs that say "He's relentless", | |
| Past you, | |
| At last due | |
| To technological enhancements, | |
| On my part, | |
| The art advances, | |
| My rhymes are ravishing, | |
| Ravaging the hip hop surface, | |
| To get to the underground, | |
| Four pounds to purchase, | |
| Merciless, | |
| As soon as | |
| I insert the disk, | |
| Into the S. | |
| P., To make the world stress me, | |
| Let's be up front and real, | |
| What's up with this rap | |
| Regurgitation that appeals to the masses? | |
| I got pure plain funk, | |
| Hold the mayo, | |
| Like the formulation | |
| Of ice crystals | |
| Make the sun's halo, | |
| A rainbow, | |
| Pay in full | |
| To MCs at large, | |
| I barge and | |
| Cordon them all when | |
| I charge! | |
| Personally responsible, | |
| Behind all the hoopla, | |
| Havoc 'cross the board, | |
| Get the trouble shooter, | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world | |
| Make the world stress me | |
| Stress the world | |
| Make the world stress me | |
| Stress the world | |
| Make the, | |
| Make the world stress me, | |
| Let's be up front and real | |
| Mathematically correct, | |
| Collect rent on the daily, | |
| This ain't a prince project, | |
| Put out on paisley park, | |
| Deep dark funk, | |
| To dunk your face in, | |
| Fully animated | |
| In a time where hip-hop's contaminated, | |
| With corny niggers talkin' gibberish, | |
| They make me feverish, | |
| I merely pull this lever which | |
| Enables me to unveil tales | |
| Of Del in action, | |
| Smoked to the fullest | |
| Project my voice like bullets, | |
| I deflect your sect, | |
| I check the scanner, | |
| Damn you're persistant, | |
| I stand with my fist clenched, | |
| Tightly around the microphone like a scepter, | |
| With rhymes average | |
| MC's can't see like a specter, | |
| The inspecter, | |
| With the nectar, | |
| Sharp like a black and decker, | |
| I twist a nigger's neck | |
| Like Chubby | |
| Checker, Respect | |
| A, Heiroglyphic insgnia, | |
| You know it means murder, | |
| With lyrics unhead of, | |
| Stamina, stamina, | |
| And with a new flow to boot, | |
| Don't try to execute my patterin's, | |
| I took hella notes while battlin, | |
| Dismantling opponents alone | |
| With my trusty verbs | |
| Leave these | |
| MC's disturbed, | |
| Everybody on my block | |
| Knows I rock, | |
| To MC's I'm hella cocky | |
| So I keep my rhymes cocked | |
| In position, | |
| And if you actually listen, | |
| To what I'm saying, | |
| You'll see you can't resist them, | |
| They're succulent, | |
| And if you don't like them, | |
| **** you then, | |
| Anybody with taste, | |
| Sees it's a delicacy, | |
| Not a mere hors de'ovuerve, | |
| Or haven't you heard, | |
| And it's totally take out, | |
| About a million served, | |
| Like that! | |
| Absolutely a beauty, | |
| I crush the shit that's booty, | |
| Cause I figure it's my duty | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world | |
| Raah! Let's be up front and real, | |
| Let's be up front and real, | |
| Make the world stress me, | |
| Let's be up front and real, | |
| Let's be up front and real, | |
| Make the world stress me, | |
| Let's be up front and real, | |
| Let's be up front and real, | |
| Make the world stress me, | |
| Let's be up front and real, | |
| Let's be up front and real |
| zuo ci : Jones | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world Stress the world | |
| I offer the maximum that you called for, | |
| Who better, to get a crowd to go " Wow"? | |
| Del, A champion true, | |
| I do what the others can' t do, | |
| So when you come to, | |
| Recognize | |
| I despise weak, | |
| I' m at my peak | |
| I seek More than the boredom you are accustomed to, | |
| A connoisseur, | |
| I love hip hop more, | |
| Than I did as a kid, | |
| So I gotta kid rid, | |
| Of those, who pose, | |
| Case closed, | |
| I' m dynamic with panic | |
| And it' s exactly how | |
| I planned it | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world | |
| Hah! You better peep | |
| Cause the price is very steep | |
| For those who sleep, | |
| I pile my rhymes by the heap, | |
| On cassets, | |
| LPs, CDs, and twelve inches, | |
| Perform the shit, | |
| And get the girls like bitches, | |
| With good intentions, | |
| The key word is redemption, | |
| For those who try to shit on my crown, | |
| Let' s get down! | |
| Plastic ass rappers | |
| Get smashed like crackers, | |
| First I shellack ya, | |
| Then hit you with the lacquer, | |
| Then I go to marijuana class | |
| And study cultivation, | |
| So I can make the | |
| USA a better nation, | |
| Get smoked, mellow out, | |
| Vibe, the stress, | |
| While I kill | |
| MCs that say " He' s relentless", | |
| Past you, | |
| At last due | |
| To technological enhancements, | |
| On my part, | |
| The art advances, | |
| My rhymes are ravishing, | |
| Ravaging the hip hop surface, | |
| To get to the underground, | |
| Four pounds to purchase, | |
| Merciless, | |
| As soon as | |
| I insert the disk, | |
| Into the S. | |
| P., To make the world stress me, | |
| Let' s be up front and real, | |
| What' s up with this rap | |
| Regurgitation that appeals to the masses? | |
| I got pure plain funk, | |
| Hold the mayo, | |
| Like the formulation | |
| Of ice crystals | |
| Make the sun' s halo, | |
| A rainbow, | |
| Pay in full | |
| To MCs at large, | |
| I barge and | |
| Cordon them all when | |
| I charge! | |
| Personally responsible, | |
| Behind all the hoopla, | |
| Havoc ' cross the board, | |
| Get the trouble shooter, | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world | |
| Make the world stress me | |
| Stress the world | |
| Make the world stress me | |
| Stress the world | |
| Make the, | |
| Make the world stress me, | |
| Let' s be up front and real | |
| Mathematically correct, | |
| Collect rent on the daily, | |
| This ain' t a prince project, | |
| Put out on paisley park, | |
| Deep dark funk, | |
| To dunk your face in, | |
| Fully animated | |
| In a time where hiphop' s contaminated, | |
| With corny niggers talkin' gibberish, | |
| They make me feverish, | |
| I merely pull this lever which | |
| Enables me to unveil tales | |
| Of Del in action, | |
| Smoked to the fullest | |
| Project my voice like bullets, | |
| I deflect your sect, | |
| I check the scanner, | |
| Damn you' re persistant, | |
| I stand with my fist clenched, | |
| Tightly around the microphone like a scepter, | |
| With rhymes average | |
| MC' s can' t see like a specter, | |
| The inspecter, | |
| With the nectar, | |
| Sharp like a black and decker, | |
| I twist a nigger' s neck | |
| Like Chubby | |
| Checker, Respect | |
| A, Heiroglyphic insgnia, | |
| You know it means murder, | |
| With lyrics unhead of, | |
| Stamina, stamina, | |
| And with a new flow to boot, | |
| Don' t try to execute my patterin' s, | |
| I took hella notes while battlin, | |
| Dismantling opponents alone | |
| With my trusty verbs | |
| Leave these | |
| MC' s disturbed, | |
| Everybody on my block | |
| Knows I rock, | |
| To MC' s I' m hella cocky | |
| So I keep my rhymes cocked | |
| In position, | |
| And if you actually listen, | |
| To what I' m saying, | |
| You' ll see you can' t resist them, | |
| They' re succulent, | |
| And if you don' t like them, | |
| you then, | |
| Anybody with taste, | |
| Sees it' s a delicacy, | |
| Not a mere hors de' ovuerve, | |
| Or haven' t you heard, | |
| And it' s totally take out, | |
| About a million served, | |
| Like that! | |
| Absolutely a beauty, | |
| I crush the shit that' s booty, | |
| Cause I figure it' s my duty | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world | |
| Raah! Let' s be up front and real, | |
| Let' s be up front and real, | |
| Make the world stress me, | |
| Let' s be up front and real, | |
| Let' s be up front and real, | |
| Make the world stress me, | |
| Let' s be up front and real, | |
| Let' s be up front and real, | |
| Make the world stress me, | |
| Let' s be up front and real, | |
| Let' s be up front and real |
| zuò cí : Jones | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world Stress the world | |
| I offer the maximum that you called for, | |
| Who better, to get a crowd to go " Wow"? | |
| Del, A champion true, | |
| I do what the others can' t do, | |
| So when you come to, | |
| Recognize | |
| I despise weak, | |
| I' m at my peak | |
| I seek More than the boredom you are accustomed to, | |
| A connoisseur, | |
| I love hip hop more, | |
| Than I did as a kid, | |
| So I gotta kid rid, | |
| Of those, who pose, | |
| Case closed, | |
| I' m dynamic with panic | |
| And it' s exactly how | |
| I planned it | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world | |
| Hah! You better peep | |
| Cause the price is very steep | |
| For those who sleep, | |
| I pile my rhymes by the heap, | |
| On cassets, | |
| LPs, CDs, and twelve inches, | |
| Perform the shit, | |
| And get the girls like bitches, | |
| With good intentions, | |
| The key word is redemption, | |
| For those who try to shit on my crown, | |
| Let' s get down! | |
| Plastic ass rappers | |
| Get smashed like crackers, | |
| First I shellack ya, | |
| Then hit you with the lacquer, | |
| Then I go to marijuana class | |
| And study cultivation, | |
| So I can make the | |
| USA a better nation, | |
| Get smoked, mellow out, | |
| Vibe, the stress, | |
| While I kill | |
| MCs that say " He' s relentless", | |
| Past you, | |
| At last due | |
| To technological enhancements, | |
| On my part, | |
| The art advances, | |
| My rhymes are ravishing, | |
| Ravaging the hip hop surface, | |
| To get to the underground, | |
| Four pounds to purchase, | |
| Merciless, | |
| As soon as | |
| I insert the disk, | |
| Into the S. | |
| P., To make the world stress me, | |
| Let' s be up front and real, | |
| What' s up with this rap | |
| Regurgitation that appeals to the masses? | |
| I got pure plain funk, | |
| Hold the mayo, | |
| Like the formulation | |
| Of ice crystals | |
| Make the sun' s halo, | |
| A rainbow, | |
| Pay in full | |
| To MCs at large, | |
| I barge and | |
| Cordon them all when | |
| I charge! | |
| Personally responsible, | |
| Behind all the hoopla, | |
| Havoc ' cross the board, | |
| Get the trouble shooter, | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world | |
| Make the world stress me | |
| Stress the world | |
| Make the world stress me | |
| Stress the world | |
| Make the, | |
| Make the world stress me, | |
| Let' s be up front and real | |
| Mathematically correct, | |
| Collect rent on the daily, | |
| This ain' t a prince project, | |
| Put out on paisley park, | |
| Deep dark funk, | |
| To dunk your face in, | |
| Fully animated | |
| In a time where hiphop' s contaminated, | |
| With corny niggers talkin' gibberish, | |
| They make me feverish, | |
| I merely pull this lever which | |
| Enables me to unveil tales | |
| Of Del in action, | |
| Smoked to the fullest | |
| Project my voice like bullets, | |
| I deflect your sect, | |
| I check the scanner, | |
| Damn you' re persistant, | |
| I stand with my fist clenched, | |
| Tightly around the microphone like a scepter, | |
| With rhymes average | |
| MC' s can' t see like a specter, | |
| The inspecter, | |
| With the nectar, | |
| Sharp like a black and decker, | |
| I twist a nigger' s neck | |
| Like Chubby | |
| Checker, Respect | |
| A, Heiroglyphic insgnia, | |
| You know it means murder, | |
| With lyrics unhead of, | |
| Stamina, stamina, | |
| And with a new flow to boot, | |
| Don' t try to execute my patterin' s, | |
| I took hella notes while battlin, | |
| Dismantling opponents alone | |
| With my trusty verbs | |
| Leave these | |
| MC' s disturbed, | |
| Everybody on my block | |
| Knows I rock, | |
| To MC' s I' m hella cocky | |
| So I keep my rhymes cocked | |
| In position, | |
| And if you actually listen, | |
| To what I' m saying, | |
| You' ll see you can' t resist them, | |
| They' re succulent, | |
| And if you don' t like them, | |
| you then, | |
| Anybody with taste, | |
| Sees it' s a delicacy, | |
| Not a mere hors de' ovuerve, | |
| Or haven' t you heard, | |
| And it' s totally take out, | |
| About a million served, | |
| Like that! | |
| Absolutely a beauty, | |
| I crush the shit that' s booty, | |
| Cause I figure it' s my duty | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world | |
| Stress the world | |
| Raah! Let' s be up front and real, | |
| Let' s be up front and real, | |
| Make the world stress me, | |
| Let' s be up front and real, | |
| Let' s be up front and real, | |
| Make the world stress me, | |
| Let' s be up front and real, | |
| Let' s be up front and real, | |
| Make the world stress me, | |
| Let' s be up front and real, | |
| Let' s be up front and real |