[Del] *behind vocals* D-E-L he rips microphones D-E-L he can't leave it alone, can't leave it alone He can't leave it alone Ahh, D-E-L on the microphone, strike ya dome wit the hype poem Yeah, it's the type of shit ya like to get, get wit it Ah, such a beautiful beat I'm 'bout to destroy For all weak MC's ahh check it check it
Back in your presence it's the pres Dispensing these rhymes like Pez Full color, high res I digest is high biased, alotta MC's ride my privates and I don't like it I'm the master in innovation, that ain't the ?reef? Well perhaps I'll bring it center stage then so you can peep My rap style fail safe that derail fakes They just a pale-make of my own chromosomes I'm a critically-acclaimed maniac that attack tracks On wax or drum machines, for your underlings Plus I leave performers wit an ornery, ?quarterly's? That'll turn your crew into disorderly's Assorted freestyles I drop at my disposal Make you move your mojo and bounce like a pogos In the club, they grub on tortitos from Toyo's A pitta and soda, and everything that's owed us Everybody's doughnuts rushin for cash Bustin ya ass, some losin just as fast I crash computers wit my viruses, fry your disk drive Wit wise words, suckas get on my nerves I'ma make you go "Hmmm", wet you like H2O My flow refreshes, need lessons Well we open for business if you dig this To all the bigwigs and labels sellin you fables Hey you, you ain't cuttin nothin, touchin my production Wit that pre-school rap, I say fuck them
[Chorus] Hypnotizing, magnificent mind set Whenever I'm next, the shit you haven't tried yet Live shit, magnetizing, peep what I'm advertising My alliance got your third eye cryin
D-E-L he rips microphones, D-E-L he can't leave it alone Can't leave it alone, he can't leave it alone
Del, advancing dancing over beats Romancing microphones wit my glorious speech No shorts like BVD, I'm next like DVD I hit the metropolitan wit music I be modeling Showin off, goin off, wiggin Biggin up the town where I come up from, my humble beginnings The neo-narrator, creative care-taker I'm from the Five Flavors like Solar Flares on paper Don't go fold things, let's go smoke things Let dank or chocolate tai so we can all get high I touch any beat wit heat I pack Nigga, I frequent that In my never-ending quest see you scratch Speakin facts, we can rap Fuck scrappin and tappin, jaws I'm crackin Doors, open for brothers comin after me Fuck apathy, I ain't got time to blame the world for my problems I'm a grown fuckin man and I understand Plus knowledge being gathered, each day make me Speak this way, so get it The way that I spit it, critics couldn't never call me half-witted I'm the Riddick Bowe flowa for those in the know My logo represents thought-processing To keep em all guessin, wit these lyrical blessings Class is in session, class is in session
Chorus
"You can achieve the hypnotic state By saying those things in your mind To yourself that is said to you on the recording And then give yourself thirty suggestions That will change your attitude towards crude"
[Del] Most MC's have much to do wit nothing I attack bigger issues, something to take with you Time is just a measurement of life So why waste time on the false, waste time on the mic Waste time on the high personas, we're on the Television tryin to get Del to listen To that garbage and gobbledy-good So I read a book, I prefer Manga wit Mega My repectable rhyme styles and textures Yes you're gettin extra Flex your little style, I fluctuate Too much to take in one sitting And I stun citizens Describing shit that we livin in That don't make a better sense I stick up kids who pick up bids And murderers deserving the same thing, I'm sick of this But meticulous wit metaphoric miracles of mind power Praying mantis techniques that wreck beats And pesky, prototypes that shouldn't made it off the assembly line Much less to their distributors they're miniature Mind states is immature and primative Talkin 'bout all the crack they cookin up, in the crib But you don't shock me, I see these things Don't participate wit the heartless, I'm an artist Who's bound to be out the roach-infested apartments
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[Del] *behind vocals* D-E-L he rips microphones D-E-L he can't leave it alone, can't leave it alone He can't leave it alone Ahh, D-E-L on the microphone, strike ya dome wit the hype poem Yeah, it's the type of shit ya like to get, get wit it Ah, such a beautiful beat I'm 'bout to destroy For all weak MC's ahh check it check it
Back in your presence it's the pres Dispensing these rhymes like Pez Full color, high res I digest is high biased, alotta MC's ride my privates and I don't like it I'm the master in innovation, that ain't the ?reef? Well perhaps I'll bring it center stage then so you can peep My rap style fail safe that derail fakes They just a pale-make of my own chromosomes I'm a critically-acclaimed maniac that attack tracks On wax or drum machines, for your underlings Plus I leave performers wit an ornery, ?quarterly's? That'll turn your crew into disorderly's Assorted freestyles I drop at my disposal Make you move your mojo and bounce like a pogos In the club, they grub on tortitos from Toyo's A pitta and soda, and everything that's owed us Everybody's doughnuts rushin for cash Bustin ya ass, some losin just as fast I crash computers wit my viruses, fry your disk drive Wit wise words, suckas get on my nerves I'ma make you go "Hmmm", wet you like H2O My flow refreshes, need lessons Well we open for business if you dig this To all the bigwigs and labels sellin you fables Hey you, you ain't cuttin nothin, touchin my production Wit that pre-school rap, I say fuck them
[Chorus] Hypnotizing, magnificent mind set Whenever I'm next, the shit you haven't tried yet Live shit, magnetizing, peep what I'm advertising My alliance got your third eye cryin
D-E-L he rips microphones, D-E-L he can't leave it alone Can't leave it alone, he can't leave it alone
Del, advancing dancing over beats Romancing microphones wit my glorious speech No shorts like BVD, I'm next like DVD I hit the metropolitan wit music I be modeling Showin off, goin off, wiggin Biggin up the town where I come up from, my humble beginnings The neo-narrator, creative care-taker I'm from the Five Flavors like Solar Flares on paper Don't go fold things, let's go smoke things Let dank or chocolate tai so we can all get high I touch any beat wit heat I pack Nigga, I frequent that In my never-ending quest see you scratch Speakin facts, we can rap Fuck scrappin and tappin, jaws I'm crackin Doors, open for brothers comin after me Fuck apathy, I ain't got time to blame the world for my problems I'm a grown fuckin man and I understand Plus knowledge being gathered, each day make me Speak this way, so get it The way that I spit it, critics couldn't never call me half-witted I'm the Riddick Bowe flowa for those in the know My logo represents thought-processing To keep em all guessin, wit these lyrical blessings Class is in session, class is in session
Chorus
"You can achieve the hypnotic state By saying those things in your mind To yourself that is said to you on the recording And then give yourself thirty suggestions That will change your attitude towards crude"
[Del] Most MC's have much to do wit nothing I attack bigger issues, something to take with you Time is just a measurement of life So why waste time on the false, waste time on the mic Waste time on the high personas, we're on the Television tryin to get Del to listen To that garbage and gobbledy-good So I read a book, I prefer Manga wit Mega My repectable rhyme styles and textures Yes you're gettin extra Flex your little style, I fluctuate Too much to take in one sitting And I stun citizens Describing shit that we livin in That don't make a better sense I stick up kids who pick up bids And murderers deserving the same thing, I'm sick of this But meticulous wit metaphoric miracles of mind power Praying mantis techniques that wreck beats And pesky, prototypes that shouldn't made it off the assembly line Much less to their distributors they're miniature Mind states is immature and primative Talkin 'bout all the crack they cookin up, in the crib But you don't shock me, I see these things Don't participate wit the heartless, I'm an artist Who's bound to be out the roach-infested apartments
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