Hey, I gotta start it
MCs be carted, off
Ya soft
Dinosaur Jr. ya'll find is gonna ruin ya
What in blazes
Hey this, is phat
Weigh this
I'll portray this
Photographs, so the last laugh
Is mine, you're behind
For the mind, and for the soul
That's how I roll
Now I hold
The mic, like my life
Depended on it
Undoin' ya bonnet [?]
My non gets warts [?]
And then I'm apart from wackness
I'm separated
Did you like how I spiked the ball
Despite ya all
You could come bite a small portion
There's more in the vault
Halt, have a malt
I alter your brain patter-ins
Yeah it's my fault
I sustain phatter blends
Of words heard, stampede
Damn heed the speech with me to reach [?]
[Hook:]
"Ah, just me, no simile, never flow simpily, cause it was meant to be, the
Truth, the truth, and nothing but the truth, I tell it to the youth
Propelling with the proof in the puddin', wouldn't you like to know?
Oh, no you didn't, my flow's never quittin', and that's the truth, the
Motherphuckin' truth my man."
No you've got it wrong
I'm on the scrimmage
Waitin' for you phucking imitations
And I'm not discriminating
Myself, when I'm making my wealth
Pure facts
It's hard for me to endure wack MCs
I lay my tracks with ease
I'm tellin' you that Del is truth
Propellin' through your arteries
You scar your knees
Bowing, praising, now when I phase in
Like Kitty Pryde
City wide (city wide)
Confirm who kicked the rumor [?]
He'll admit he lied
The truth will set you free
When I uproot MCs
Execute MCs
I do my best to mute MCs
All it takes is intelligence
I'm great with embellishments
They need a savior
So Del is sent...
[Hook:]
"Yeah, the truth, the truth, the nothing but the truth, I tell it to
The youth, propelling with the proof in the puddin', wouldn't you
Like to know?, Oh, no you didn't, my flow is never quittin', and
That's the truth, the motherphucking truth my man, the truth, the
Motherphucking truth, I'll punch you in your tooth, ask Dr. Ruth
Bitch..."
No you've got it wrong
You know my attributes
So don't act cute
It's moot
A closed casket
The most massive
It's just me
No simile
Never flow simply
'Cause it was meant to be
Never concluded
Sever your crew with
Micro-laser surgery
I get 'em and split 'em like atoms like the Molecule Man
Now all of you stand
Like a congregation
On the basement tip, trip
Hip-hop
Not carin' sharin'
Teren Jones
Here in clones, wearin' bones [?]
Skeletons, your plasma is like gelatin
And tell a friend
Who's developin'
'Cause Del's intelligent...
[Hook:]
"Yeah, my lyrical technique, will make ya body freak, my lyrical
Technique, will make ya body tweak, my lyrical technique, will make
Ya body seek, the meaning, double-teaming, on your motherphuckin'
Brain. Yeah, see that ho, too, yeah, bitch phuck it...slammin'."
No you've got it wrong
[Sample:]
"You know I've never seen a skull so large"
