Luyện nghe bài hát X-Files

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

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

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

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

the plan and the uninspired
And the haters that to their needs agree
It's bizarre, by far no control
No soul, the whole fucking planet's fold

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

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

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 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 pass the baton 'cause it's tough to lead
But I drop facts here and there so I can up the seed
So you believe X-Files

Lots of rappers depend on imagery
I myself on skills and my energy
It's at every single gathering
Of young black youth it's got to be some niggers

Averaging out to be 'bout out a G
Now motherfuckers stereotypes 'cause it's all they see
I glee in the fact that I'm me
Not a follower, a dollar wouldn't me sell my soul

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

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

Fighting evildoers I been evil
But I'm still a black man experience under my belt
I may be but my soul is old
Living in the ice ages where a soul is cold

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

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

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

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 facts here and there so I can up the seed
So you must X-Files, X-Files, peace