N.A.S.A. - The Spirit Of Apollo Samba Soul (feat. Del Tha Funkee Homosapien & DJ Qbert)

Lyrics

Intro
Blast off Verse (Del Tha Funkee Homosapien)
It's Del baby back to game now.
Shit gonna change and it ain't gonna change. Wanna play games that's out of your range. I got mad brains, I interpret things. Precisely, pick ‘em apart. My days start with art, Foul remarks are met with a tart attitude. That was rude boy but he embark, On a journey where the tumble and dry keep turning I be burning midnight oils. Computer screen glaze while my ideas coil. I'm a Leo, I veto my ego, When my greet all my peoples I see through the evil. Can't out fox this, I'm cautious of gobstoppers who pop they choppers. Uh-uh, no go, I said so. You’re flakey like the outside bread on an eggroll. Diesel the measles, You don't wanna catch those. Slap foes dap bros, Welcome to the black hole of soul. Act now unless you cracked out. My mouth spit mad foul. Hope you don’t pass out. Chorus (Del Tha Funkee Homosapien & samples)
And we can do this with a bit of… (Samba soul, samba soul )
I want y’all to really get with it. Let it hit you in the… (soul)
Can you dig it, can you dig it, can you dig it? (Yeah Yeah Yeah…)
Ow, outta sight, I knew you could So let's roll, and get down with this (Soul)!

Verse (Del)
Diesel need the come back a throw back, Know tha,t cut off a limb the shit grow back. Slicker than Kojak, Blaze up a 'dro sack, Just so I can get in the mode black. Ho’s act difficult, Shit they pull just cause they weak inside, Like speaking lies. I'll ignore ‘em. Symptom of boredom, Whores come in dozens Plus they a dime a dozen. No time for frontin’, Better find ‘em somethin’, My motto is, “don't be saying shit you ain't be doin’ And you won't be ruined”. I don't be foolin’. I hope these useless gooses stop the foolishness. Their excuses merely lead to my, Conclusive clairvoyance about affairs of enjoyment, Of hoes tryin to snare on my billionaire boyfriend. Bitch your pussy is not gonna hold me. Mind calisthenics is my whole motif. My flow go deep. Know those streets from the solo creep, Know those beats, Don't sleep. That's how you get taken unawares. Taken for a share, Haitin’ on a player, Never want to look towards, Just sit there and look bored, And got the nerve to be materialistic, When knowledge ain't nowhere on they 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.
Chorus (Del Tha Funkee Homosapien)
And we can do this with a bit of… (Samba soul, samba soul )
I want y’all to really get with it. Let it hit you in the… (soul)
Can you dig it, can you dig it, can you dig it? (Yeah Yeah Yeah…)
Ow, outta sight, I knew you could So let's roll, and get down with this (Soul)!
Bridge (Del)
Come hard with it
D-E-L’s the man, You know he'll rock it, too, Whenever you hand him, A microphone to use. He, get’s down to business, You know that he don't play, So just bear witness to that samba souly display Come on, y'all

Chorus (Del Tha Funkee Homosapien)
And we can do this with a bit of… (Samba soul, samba soul )
I want y’all to really get with it. Let it hit you in the… (soul)
Can you dig it, can you dig it, can you dig it? (Yeah Yeah Yeah…)
Ow, outta sight, I knew you could So let's roll, and get down with this (Soul)!