Star-struck MC's no attention From the man mind is not even in this dimension I'm on plane, sicker than the mother brain The ultimate expression, yes
Heed, my flow's symphonic, hypnotic, Never but doper than narcotics A few a y'all caught it on my first But now, my power's increased,
Del the fans halfway, and slap a rapper in his chops The drops, you get pneumonia Or maybe exposed to by plutonium Some say an idiom, get the A S R S P
And a medium, the best of both worlds Brilliantly engineered, lyrics dement fear Del is now in the clear, I was in But now free to be everything that I
Abandon the plan and the And the haters that cater to their agree bizarre, by far anarchy no control No soul, the fucking planet's gonna fold
we administer, since, as we enter the Twenty-first even your worst enemy Gotta get it together, and systematically When think I'm a smart-ass, it makes 'em mad at me
Why? 'Cause I try my best to eliminate Not my brain 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 your If it was up to me I would the baton 'cause it's tough to lead But still I drop here and there so I can up the seed So you must
Del, what you got up sleeve? If it was up to me I would the baton 'cause it's tough to lead But still I facts here and there so I can up the seed So you believe X-Files
Lots of rappers today depend on I myself on skills and my energy It's maddening at single gathering Of young black youth it's got to be some badgering
Averaging out to be three out a G Now motherfuckers build 'cause it's all they see I take glee in the that I'm me Not a follower, a dollar wouldn't me sell my soul
Del is old-school compared to your I got the code of ethics Jungle Brothers use Now, every wanna be crime related Can't rhyme creative and they're made of
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 holds no weight when you let the Devil lurk
Fighting evildoers I been evil But I'm still a black man experience under my belt I may be young but my is old Living in the ice ages where a soul is cold
Don't give a fuck about 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
probably say that you talk too much They gotta think too So just be careful who you
Del, what you got up your If it was up to me I would 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 baton 'cause tough to lead But I drop facts here and there so I can up the seed So you must believe X-Files, X-Files,