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
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X-Files
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