X-Files

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