Here Come the Horns

[Verse 1: Kemo The Blaxican]
Step back when I bring the swing
Like America's pastime
To unload the lyrical just like a black nine
Making it funky like a filled up hamper
To make it more funky like a funk freak masta
Plucked like a guitar string
They so envious and jealous of the funk I bring
It's the same silly face you let the radios dictate
The fate of the album collection
They can look in direction
Puro delinquente section
From sun up to sun down I harness my aggression
On the corner of my left eye
Now I can see 'em
Thinking to yourself, damn I wish I could be him
Wishing you could be me, fool that's hard as Bacardi
You probably never touched the mic throughout backyard party
Now ease on down, ease on down the road
Like the Wiz, getting Loco with Biz
Marco Polo
Ha, you can't see me
Ha, you can't be me
Fool, this ain't easy
Delinquent Habits' little something from the norm
Now sit back and brace yourself

[Chorus]
Here come the horns
Here come the horns
Here come the horns

[Verse 2: Ives Irie]
Follow your senses to render the rolas that we create (Shit)
You best line up your party potion to play this
It's all I got i'm bent so let the stoney static
Come in my side get deranged and leave the stage frantic
Yo, they want party started, but whats gonna happen
Sometimes the party ain't in me, don't really feel like rapping
So I just burn to get wasted because the never tasted
Put on their head to Hypnotic I got they eyes pasted
So Mr. Light Man give them something psychedelic
WhiIe I be dropping that **** so potent ya'll can smell it
They want fiesta, fiesta is what the habits giving
They ipa record is elementary where i'm living
You hit the streets, do what you do to keep yourself alive
Me and mine, some berry wine pumping good time
Through and through we true
And all the shit we do
Los Delinquentes Crew

[Chorus]
Here come the horns
Here come the horns
Here come the horns

[Bridge: Kemo The Blaxican]
El ritmo latino más fino es lo que traigo
Tu estilo, no puede conmigo, ta muy amargo
Yo puedo más facil contigo sin mis amigos
Te falta un poco sabor, yo te lo digo
Cálmate cuate, yo tengo razón
Dime como quiere bronca con el más chingón
A mi me cae bien casi toda la gente
Si me cruzas wey te tumbo todos los dientes

[Verse 3: Ives Irie]
Once again Ives is coming, is public so you gonna check it out
Sparking like a flame, my habits is what you read about
I'm making them see my brazos is still flexing
I am still claming, kicking, lower Eastside section
Sneak you trying to bluff, fool your better fold up
'Cause if I take it wrong, you probably gonna get rolled up
Delinquent Habits something out the norm
So sit back and brace yourself

[Chorus]
Here come the horns
Here come the horns
Here come the horns