Cover art for Last Hurrah by Del the Funky Homosapien

Last Hurrah

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Mar. 11, 20081 viewer

Last Hurrah Lyrics

[Verse 1: KU]
Nowadays what ya’ll kicking is just random at best
The course of action trapped before the phantom express
I never fail to impress like a shell in the chest
I’m living well and I can tell that you’re compelled to confess
Now I’m linking up with Del to address
How these fools posted up all in the wings and they ain’t acting proper
So we gots to swoop down like some Apache Choppers
Don’t act like it’s a game, nigga ask yo poppa
Yo D we shaking up the town again
And it's not fatal but I’m able to flip just like Laredos
The blip cannot locate the flow sick with conversational
Motivational mantras that's undebatable
But on occasion it be fools that wanna blaze a tool
They on the move and I know they don’t approve of my ability to bend ’em them with hostility intended
When handgun’s extended they like, "damn son ripped it"
Like quite wicked like getting kicked in the testicular
Blow to the senses, hitting harder than vehicular manslaughter
Leave a nigga laying perpendicular
Jam harder than the whitest E.N.V distributor
Nigga what
Right now my patience at a minimum
Fuck all these jaded critics leavin' faded off the synonyms
Sideline niggas talkin bullshit about you
Crews that’ll doubt ya use KU kick it notches
If you do insist to shout about a fool then how bout’cha bring it
But you know it won’t improve upon your outcome
You just too use to getting outdone
J Malcolm reign down on you like maelstrom
I tried to keep it peace between us
But you had to release the beast and it got beats in English
So fuck the games that people play
The way I make people pray nowadays people say
[Verse 2: Del]
I’ma ill man fill hands with green bills
All seems chill till I see me some mean grills
They must be senile or maybe just see nil
Well we will vanquish the Yankees with the faintest motions that
They fin’ to get some
It's dumb I spit some of this wickedest wisdom from Oakland Cali
Ya’ll slow pokes like broken athletes smoking cavi, agony
Don’t get mad at me I got this locked into a science
I like doing this
It's a self expression of aggression and defiance against you tyrants

Who think my mind is trapped
You snatch power you I’ll devour you the same as
I let a dame give me brain last
You go against the grain, you get your frame smash over the rocks
You get towed to the docks
You know when it pop
Know when to stop
KU on Bay View to link up with D-E-L to the lay you
Play you tunes, a terrorist with a verse
Whenever risk is involved no need to twist the arm
Nigga
This the bomb what you want fist or palm
Go get yo gat, you a bitch for that
This a rap motherfucka
I spit the facts
That’s all I need to twist your cap back
End all be all, I see y'all free fall
Ya knee tall trying to play b-ball with these hogs
Bottomless cosmos, osmosis, no focus los lobos
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
As the planets revolve around sun and don’t ask, "how come"
It’s like that and that’s how it is, that’s jam master jay and when
He passed away

That’s the day the clocked stopped
We just sit back and you watch fake niggas pop the talk you never walk
We ain’t upset, we don’t see ya’ll as a threat at all
Reality is undisputed
If you say it ain’t so then yo' ass is stupid
If the shoe fit quit jumping to conclusions, dummy

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Release Date
March 11, 2008
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