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Star struck MC's receive no attention |
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From the man whose mind is |
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Not even in this dimension |
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I'm on another plane |
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Sicker than the mother brain |
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The ultimate expression |
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Yes indeed, heed |
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My flow's symphonic, hypnotic, psychotic |
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Never semiotic but doper than narcotics |
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A few a y'all caught it on my first release |
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But now my power's increased, enhanced |
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Del meets the fans halfway |
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And slap a rapper in his chops |
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The temperature drops, you get pneumonia |
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Or maybe exposed to radiation by plutonium |
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Some say rap's an idiom, get the A-S-R-S-P |
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And then a medium, the best of both worlds |
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Brilliantly engineered, lyrics dement your fear |
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Del is now in the clear, I was in prison |
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But now free to be everything that I envision |
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Abandon the plan and the uninspired |
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And the haters that cater to their needs agree |
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It's bizarre, by far anarchy no control |
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No soul, the whole fucking planet's gonna fold |
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Unless we administer, since, as we enter the |
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Twenty first century even your worst enemy |
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Gotta get it together, mentally and systematically |
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When nigga's think I'm a smart-ass |
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It makes 'em mad at me |
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Why, cause I try my best to eliminate ignorance |
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Not letting my brain burn out like cigarettes |
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There's bigger threats besides thieves or your pet peeves |
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But what's right in your face is what nobody believes |
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(CHORUS) |
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Del, what you got up your sleeve? |
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If it was up to me |
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I would pass the baton cause it's tough to lead |
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But still I drop facts here and there so I can up the seed |
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So you must believe |
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Del, what you got up your sleeve? |
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If it was up to me |
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I would pass the baton cause it's tough to lead |
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But still I drop facts here and there so I can up the seed |
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So you must believe |
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X-Files |
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Lots of rappers today depend on imagery |
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I myself depend on skills and my energy |
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It's maddening, at every single gathering |
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Of young black youth it's got to be some niggers badgering |
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Averaging out to be bout three out a G |
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How motherfuckers build stereotypes, cause it's all they see |
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I take glee in the fact that I'm me |
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Not a follower, a dollar wouldn't make me sell my soul |
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Del is old-school compared to your subterfuge |
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I got the same code of ethics Jungle Brothers use |
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Now every nigger wanna be crime related |
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Can't rhyme creative and they're made of self-hatred |
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That's why they overstep boundaries that's sacred |
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From the street to the corporate scene they all mean business |
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Self for self, phony doesn't work |
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Your soul holds no weight when you let the devil lurk |
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Fighting evildoers I been evil myself |
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But I'm still a black man with experience, under my belt |
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I may be young, but my soul is old |
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Living in the ice ages where a nigga's soul is cold |
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Don't give a fuck about your life or his |
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But if you get a gat for protection, who lives? |
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Comin up ain't the same as pullin everybody else down |
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But try telling that to niggers that are spellbound |
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They'll probably say that you talk too much |
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They gotta think too much |
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So just be careful who you trust |
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(CHORUS 2X) |
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X-Files |
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Peace |
