X-files Lyrics - Del The Funky Homosapien

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 

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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 niggers 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 

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 

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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 

Now 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 

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, X-Files, peace