Luyện nghe bài hát X-Files

Star-struck receive no attention
From the man whose mind is not in this dimension
I'm on plane, sicker than the mother brain
The ultimate expression, yes

Heed, my symphonic, hypnotic, psychotic
Never semiotic but doper narcotics
A few a y'all caught it on my first
But now, my power's increased,

Del meets the halfway, and slap a rapper in his chops
The drops, you get pneumonia
Or maybe exposed to by plutonium
say rap's an idiom, get the A S R S P

And then a medium, the best of worlds
Brilliantly engineered, dement your fear
Del is now in the clear, I was in
But now to be everything that I envision

Abandon the plan and the
And the haters that cater to their needs
bizarre, by far anarchy no control
No soul, the fucking planet's gonna fold

we administer, since, as we enter the
Twenty-first century even your enemy
Gotta get it together, and systematically
When niggers I'm a smart-ass, it makes 'em mad at me

Why? 'Cause I try my to eliminate ignorance
Not letting my brain out like cigarettes
There's bigger threats besides thieves or your pet
But what's right in your face is what nobody

Del, what you got up your
If it was up to me
I would pass the baton 'cause it's to lead
But still I drop facts and there so I can up the seed
So you must

Del, you got up your sleeve?
If it was up to me
I would pass the baton 'cause it's tough to
But still I drop here and there so I can up the seed
So you must X-Files

of rappers today depend on imagery
I myself depend on skills and my
It's maddening at every single
Of young black youth got to be some niggers badgering

Averaging out to be three out a G
Now motherfuckers build stereotypes 'cause all they see
I glee in the fact that I'm me
Not a follower, a dollar make me sell my soul

Del is old-school compared to your
I got the same of ethics Jungle Brothers use
Now, nigger wanna be crime related
Can't rhyme creative and made of self-hatred

That's why overstep boundaries that's sacred
From the street to the scene they all mean business
for self, phony doesn't work
Your soul holds no when you let the Devil lurk

Fighting evildoers I evil myself
But I'm still a black man with under my belt
I may be but my soul is old
Living in the ice ages a nigga's soul is cold

Don't give a fuck about life or his
But if you get a gat for protection, who
up ain't the same as pullin' everybody else down
But try telling that to that are spellbound

They'll say that you talk too much
They think too much
So just be who you trust

Del, what you got up sleeve?
If it was up to me
I pass the baton 'cause it's tough to lead
But still I facts here and there so I can up the seed
So you must

Del, you got up your sleeve?
If it was up to me
I would pass the 'cause it's tough to lead
But still I facts here and there so I can up the seed
So you must believe X-Files, X-Files,