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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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