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    Star struck MC's receive no attention

    From the man whose mind is

    Not even in this dimension

    I'm on another plane

    Sicker than the mother brain

    The ultimate expression

    Yes indeed, heed

    My flow's symphonic, hypnotic, psychotic

    Never semiotic but doper than narcotics

    A few a y'all caught it on my first release

    But now my power's increased, enhanced

    Del meets the fans halfway

    And slap a rapper in his chops

    The temperature drops, you get pneumonia

    Or maybe exposed to radiation by plutonium

    Some say rap's an idiom, get the A-S-R-S-P

    And then a medium, the best of both worlds

    Brilliantly engineered, lyrics dement your fear

    Del is now in the clear, I was in prison

    But now free to be everything that I envision

    Abandon the plan and the uninspired

    And the haters that cater to their needs agree

    It's bizarre, by far anarchy no control

    No soul, the whole fucking planet's gonna fold

    Unless we administer, since, as we enter the

    Twenty first century even your worst enemy

    Gotta get it together, mentally and systematically

    When nigga's think I'm a smart-ass

    It makes 'em mad at me

    Why, cause I try my best to eliminate ignorance

    Not letting my brain burn out like cigarettes

    There's bigger threats besides thieves or your pet peeves

    But what's right in your face is what nobody believes

    [CHORUS]

    Del, what you got up your sleeve?

    If it was up to me

    I would pass the baton cause it's tough to lead

    But still I drop facts here and there so I can up the seed

    So you must believe

    Del, what you got up your sleeve?

    If it was up to me

    I would pass the baton cause it's tough to lead

    But still I drop facts here and there so I can up the seed

    So you must believe

    X-Files

    Lots of rappers today depend on imagery

    I myself depend on skills and my energy

    It's maddening, at every single gathering

    Of young black youth it's got to be some niggers badgering

    Averaging out to be bout three out a G

    How motherfuckers build stereotypes, cause it's all they see

    I take glee in the fact that I'm me

    Not a follower, a dollar wouldn't make me sell my soul

    Del is old-school compared to your subterfuge

    I got the same code of ethics Jungle Brothers use

    Now every nigger wanna be crime related

    Can't rhyme creative and they're made of self-hatred

    That's why they overstep boundaries that's sacred

    From the street to the corporate scene they all mean business

    Self for self, phony doesn't work

    Your soul holds no weight when you let the devil lurk

    Fighting evildoers I been evil myself

    But I'm still a black man with experience, under my belt

    I may be young, but my soul is old

    Living in the ice ages where a nigga's soul is cold

    Don't give a fuck about your life or his

    But if you get a gat for protection, who lives?

    Comin up ain't the same as pullin everybody else down

    But try telling that to niggers that are spellbound

    They'll probably say that you talk too much

    They gotta think too much

    So just be careful who you trust

    [CHORUS 2X]

    X-Files

    Peace

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