| 歌曲 | Future Development |
| 歌手 | Del tha Funkee Homosapien |
| 专辑 | Future Development |
| 作词 : Jones | |
| "Earth to Del, Earth to Del, Earth to Del do you read me? Do you copy Del? It seems we've lost radio contact Descend for warp speed so you can recieve transmission" | |
| Each rap is texture-mapped to perfection | |
| A 3-D world for you to step in | |
| I leave MC's stranded on asteroids | |
| Floatin through the void of space | |
| Del the black man, | |
| African back again | |
| Crackin windshields, so | |
| I can heal your souls | |
| When you feel my flows | |
| A wild beast when | |
| I piece together beats like puzzles | |
| MCs feel muzzled like dobermans | |
| Its over when you try duplicate | |
| And then you're due for 8 for tryin to sink your teeth in | |
| Meetin your maker, | |
| Del the caretaker here break your life | |
| Away from you faker the | |
| Tammy Faye | |
| Baker I shake your brain up like | |
| Quaker Oats | |
| For tryin to memorize my moniacle quotes | |
| The funk coats your eardrums, | |
| Oaklands where we're from | |
| The deviant, workin feverishly but easily | |
| Eagerly awaiting your arrival | |
| Hide all you cowards, you're powerless | |
| I'm live and in technicolor and tumorous | |
| Your humorous, my rhymes are numerous | |
| I'm too elaborate in my habitat | |
| With words that hit your skull like a battle ax, imagine that | |
| I'm actually destined cause | |
| I'm acutal perfection | |
| Equals natural selection with rhymes as my secret weapon | |
| This involvement in my newest installment | |
| Is dissolved in the chains on your brains like solvent | |
| I can't call it, all it means is my genes | |
| Comes from supreme beings and sess that cha can't step ta (CHORUS) | |
| No way out come right in, writin incredible shit | |
| They can't meddle with us | |
| Future development is too intelligent | |
| Future development, too too intelligent | |
| No way out come right in, writin incredible shit | |
| You can't meddle with us "And you say it, And niggaz are still frontin with that old technology shit, why is this soundin garbage?" | |
| To many fans and not enough artists | |
| Niggaz frontin heartless like they packin ultra cartriges | |
| You ain't gonna smoke me, you smoke weed | |
| I've seen some sick characters and they ain't scared a ya | |
| The true soldiers who will unload on your intersect | |
| Not me I'm into | |
| Tex and Mex | |
| Giant robos and ponos, and road shows | |
| I like a blow doe on the latest not the status quo though | |
| More pull than yo-yo duncan | |
| Quit pashin in my rappin like a tongue kissin right on by the hundreds | |
| With no bass the foundation crumbles | |
| Like niggaz bumble they whole life over rumbles | |
| Scandals, sure you got mad skills | |
| But unless you gonna be a boxer who's gonna offer | |
| Your hand script "Nobody" | |
| I used to program computers | |
| Now I make manuvers on the mic to screw ya | |
| On the ole, how it goes how the flow for the uninitiated | |
| Plus on the side, get my own life sitiated | |
| You know writin lyrics in between lines | |
| Play some | |
| Samauri Spirits, oops | |
| Drop funky like defication, poop | |
| Leavin ya mute moose, speechless | |
| Niggaz blackin out like an eclipse | |
| No defense for your pretense | |
| Which is just a feat to proposal | |
| Towards your disposal | |
| Del flow solo, fully mobilized the wise words | |
| So niggaz can get the total | |
| Perception, perfection destined for greatness | |
| Etched in your consciousness, metaphorically monstrous (CHORUS) | |
| Future development is too intelligent | |
| Future development too too intelligent |
| zuò cí : Jones | |
| " Earth to Del, Earth to Del, Earth to Del do you read me? Do you copy Del? It seems we' ve lost radio contact Descend for warp speed so you can recieve transmission" | |
| Each rap is texturemapped to perfection | |
| A 3D world for you to step in | |
| I leave MC' s stranded on asteroids | |
| Floatin through the void of space | |
| Del the black man, | |
| African back again | |
| Crackin windshields, so | |
| I can heal your souls | |
| When you feel my flows | |
| A wild beast when | |
| I piece together beats like puzzles | |
| MCs feel muzzled like dobermans | |
| Its over when you try duplicate | |
| And then you' re due for 8 for tryin to sink your teeth in | |
| Meetin your maker, | |
| Del the caretaker here break your life | |
| Away from you faker the | |
| Tammy Faye | |
| Baker I shake your brain up like | |
| Quaker Oats | |
| For tryin to memorize my moniacle quotes | |
| The funk coats your eardrums, | |
| Oaklands where we' re from | |
| The deviant, workin feverishly but easily | |
| Eagerly awaiting your arrival | |
| Hide all you cowards, you' re powerless | |
| I' m live and in technicolor and tumorous | |
| Your humorous, my rhymes are numerous | |
| I' m too elaborate in my habitat | |
| With words that hit your skull like a battle ax, imagine that | |
| I' m actually destined cause | |
| I' m acutal perfection | |
| Equals natural selection with rhymes as my secret weapon | |
| This involvement in my newest installment | |
| Is dissolved in the chains on your brains like solvent | |
| I can' t call it, all it means is my genes | |
| Comes from supreme beings and sess that cha can' t step ta CHORUS | |
| No way out come right in, writin incredible shit | |
| They can' t meddle with us | |
| Future development is too intelligent | |
| Future development, too too intelligent | |
| No way out come right in, writin incredible shit | |
| You can' t meddle with us " And you say it, And niggaz are still frontin with that old technology shit, why is this soundin garbage?" | |
| To many fans and not enough artists | |
| Niggaz frontin heartless like they packin ultra cartriges | |
| You ain' t gonna smoke me, you smoke weed | |
| I' ve seen some sick characters and they ain' t scared a ya | |
| The true soldiers who will unload on your intersect | |
| Not me I' m into | |
| Tex and Mex | |
| Giant robos and ponos, and road shows | |
| I like a blow doe on the latest not the status quo though | |
| More pull than yoyo duncan | |
| Quit pashin in my rappin like a tongue kissin right on by the hundreds | |
| With no bass the foundation crumbles | |
| Like niggaz bumble they whole life over rumbles | |
| Scandals, sure you got mad skills | |
| But unless you gonna be a boxer who' s gonna offer | |
| Your hand script " Nobody" | |
| I used to program computers | |
| Now I make manuvers on the mic to screw ya | |
| On the ole, how it goes how the flow for the uninitiated | |
| Plus on the side, get my own life sitiated | |
| You know writin lyrics in between lines | |
| Play some | |
| Samauri Spirits, oops | |
| Drop funky like defication, poop | |
| Leavin ya mute moose, speechless | |
| Niggaz blackin out like an eclipse | |
| No defense for your pretense | |
| Which is just a feat to proposal | |
| Towards your disposal | |
| Del flow solo, fully mobilized the wise words | |
| So niggaz can get the total | |
| Perception, perfection destined for greatness | |
| Etched in your consciousness, metaphorically monstrous CHORUS | |
| Future development is too intelligent | |
| Future development too too intelligent |