[Del] 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
Hey, I gotta start it MCs be carted, off ya soft Dinosaur Jr. will flood that's gotta warn 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, with my life depended on it I'm doin' ya bond it my non gets warts it and 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 alta your brain patterens yet it's my fault I sustain phatter blends of words heard, stampede damn he the speech with two teach?
"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 flows never quittin', and that's the truth, the mothephfuckin' truth my man." I'm on the scrimmage waitin' for you phucking imitations and I'm not descriminating 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 appelin' through your arteries you scar your knees bowing, praising, now when I phase in like Kitty Pride city wide confer to kick the rumor him admit he lies the truth will set you free when I upset 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... "Yeah, the truth, the truth, the nothing but the truth, I tell it to the youth, propelling with the proof, in the puudin', 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, ass drop the roof, bitch..." You know my attributes so don't act cute it's moot a closed casket the most massive fluff, just me no simile never flow simpily cause it was meant to be never concluded sever your crew with microlazer surgery, I get Adam split up like atoms like the Molecule Man now all of you stand like a congregation on the basement titric hip-hop not carin' sharin' tearin' Jones here in clones wearin' bones skeletons, your plasma is like gelatin and tell a friend who's developin' cause Del's intelligent... "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 beaning, double-teaming, on your motherphuckin' brain. Yeah, see that hoe, too, yeah, bitch phuck it...slammin'
Made in America where ya placed on the totem pole I got soul cause I'm a black man never sellin' crack and track the police the facts I release go straight through your ear to the mind listen just cause this man is white I won't dis him I'll enlist him work with the system it's a big country aint nobody's flunky be cool don't lose control cause a fool will scold someone else before himself there aint no need to be hurt proceed to be alert the seed is in the dirt when you aint got nowhere else to look you're gonna find 'em there and the time you shared time together maybe climb together but if it don't work out still don't doubt or pout it's out in the open hopin' that it aint scarin' ya this is made in America. [chorus:] "Made in America. Made where? Made in America. Made where? Made in America. Where dat at? Made in America" I'ma have it made in America paid in America bring about a raid in your area who's controllin' who? you controllon' you don't let noone tell you what to do you your own person I be thirstin' for more information to deal with the nation be forewarned the more informed you are will help you swarm the farther regions so please begin ask your elders I'm sure they'll tell ya where ya came from if ya brain's numb from wonderin' where did ya come from then ask your moms to drop the bomb just remember black is black no matter the shade just be glad that she gave birth to you it might hurt ya to but you gotta wonderful life so take it light, yo racial tensions makes ya fist tense it's a cinch when you don't get alarmed I'm strong and mighty just politely preparin' ya if ya made in America cause then they always fearin' ya need a strong foundation when ya placin' stationed in America. [Chrous]
