D.E.L. on this microphone D.E.L. he can't leave it alone can't leave it alone, can't leave it alone D.E.L on the microphone, strike ya dome with the microphone It's the type of sh** ya like ta get get wit it Such a beautiful beat I'm bout to destroy Back in yo presence is tha prez, dispensin these rhymes like Pez Full color, high-res I digest this high bias, alot of MC's ride my privates and I don't like it I'm the master of innovation, that ain't the reap Or perhaps I'll bring it center stage then so you can beat My raps got failsafes that derail fates They just a pale make of my own chromosomes I'm a critically acclaimed maniac that attack tracks So wax your drum machines for your under-leans Puffing up performers with the ornery, quarterlies That'll turn your crew into disorderly's A suit of freestyles I drop at my disposal To make you move your mojo and bounce like pogo's In the club They grub on tortillas from Togo's A pita and soda And everything thats owed us Everybody's doughnuts rushin for cash Bussin yo a** I'm losing just as fast I crash computers with my viruses, fry yo disk drive with wise words s**as get on my nerves I'ma make you go 'Hmm' what you like H20 My flow refreshes, need lessons? Well we open for business if you dig this To all the big wigs at the label sellin' you fables Hey you you ain't cuttin nothin touchin my production With that pre-school rap I say 'f** them' Chrous Magnetizing, maginificent mind set Whatever I'm next The sh** you haven't tried yet Hot sh** magnetizing beat what I'm advertising Iron Lion got ya third eye cryin' Del, advancing, dancing over beats romancing microphones with my glorious speech No shorts like BVD, I'm next like DVD I hit the metropolitan with music I be modelling Showin off, goin off, wiggin Diggin up the town where I come from, my humble beginnings The real narrator, creative caretaker A funkdified flavors like solar flares on paper Don't invoke things, let's go smoke things Like dank or chocolate tai so we can all get high I touch any beat with heat I pack, n***a I frequent that In my never-ending quest seeking scratch Speaking facts speakin rap f** scrappin and tappin jaws, I'm crackin doors Open for bullies comin after me, f** apathy I ain't got time to blame the world for my problems I'm a grown f**in man and I understand Plus knowledge being gathered each day made me Speak this way, so get it The way that I spit it, critics could never call me half-witted I'm the? for those in the know My logo represents thought processing That keep 'em all guessin with these lyrical blessings Cla** is in session, cla** is in session. Chrous Most MC's have much to do with nothing I attack bigger issues, something to take with you Time is just a measurement of life, so why waste Time on the false ways, time on the might ways Time on the hype personas we're on the television tryin to get Del to listen To that garbage that gobbledegook So I read a book, I prefer manga With mecca My respectable rhymes styles and textures Yes your getting extra Flex your little style, I fluctuate Too much to take in one sitting and I stun citizens Describing sh** we living in that don't make a bit of sense I stick up kids who pick up bids And murderers deserving the same thing, I'm sick of this But maticulous with metaphoric miracles of mindpower Praying Mantis techniques that wreck beats And pesky prototypes that shouldn't have made it off the a**embly line Much less to their distributors your miniature Mindstates is immature and primitive Talkin bout all the crack they cookin up in the crib But you don't shock me I see these things But I don't participate with the heartless, I'm an artist Who's glad to be out those roach-infested apartments Chorus Don't cry, dry your eyes (x4)