Luyện nghe bài hát X-Files

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

Heed, my symphonic, hypnotic, psychotic
Never semiotic but than narcotics
A few a y'all it on my first release
But now, my increased, enhanced

Del meets the fans halfway, and slap a rapper in his
The temperature drops, you get
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 both
Brilliantly engineered, dement your fear
Del is now in the clear, I was in
But now to be everything that I envision

Abandon the and the uninspired
And the haters that cater to their agree
It's bizarre, by far no control
No soul, the whole fucking planet's gonna

we administer, since, as we enter the
Twenty-first 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 best to ignorance
Not letting my burn out like cigarettes
There's bigger threats besides or your pet peeves
But what's right in 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 still I drop facts here and so I can up the seed
So you believe

Del, you got up your sleeve?
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 X-Files

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

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

Del is old-school to your subterfuge
I got the same of ethics Jungle Brothers use
Now, nigger wanna be crime related
Can't rhyme 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, doesn't work
soul holds no weight when you let the Devil lurk

Fighting evildoers I been evil
But I'm a black man with 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 about your life or his
But if you get a gat for protection, who
Comin' up ain't the as pullin' everybody else down
But try telling to niggers that are spellbound

They'll probably say that you 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 tough to lead
But still I drop here and there so I can up the seed
So you must

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