Luyện nghe bài hát X-Files

Star-struck receive no attention
From the man whose is not even in this dimension
I'm on another plane, sicker than the 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 release
But now, my increased, enhanced

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

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

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

Unless we administer, since, as we the
century even your 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 bigger besides thieves or your pet peeves
But what's in your face is what nobody believes

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 believe

Del, what you got up sleeve?
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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 facts here and there so I can up the
So you must

Del, what you got up your
If it was up to me
I would pass the baton it's tough to lead
But still I drop facts here and so I can up the seed
So you believe X-Files, X-Files, peace