Hey, I gotta start it
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MCs be carted, off
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ya soft
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Dinosaur Jr. will flood that's gotta warn ya
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what in blazes
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hey this, is phat
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weigh this
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I'll portray this
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photographs, so the last laugh
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is mine, you're behind
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for the mind, and for the soul
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that's how I roll
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now I hold
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the mic, with my life
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depended on it
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I'm doin' ya bond it
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my non gets warts it
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and I'm apart from wackness
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I'm separated
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did you like how I spiked the ball
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despite ya all
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you could come bite a small portion
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there's more in the vault
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halt, have a malt
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I alta your brain patterens
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yet it's my fault
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I sustain phatter blends
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of words heard, stampede
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damn he the speech with two teach?
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[CHORUS:]
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"Just me, no simile, never flow simpily, cause it was meant to be, the
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truth, the truth, and nothing but the truth, I tell it to the youth,
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propelling with the proof, in the puddin', wouldn't you like to know?
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Oh, no you didn't, my flows never quittin', and that's the truth, the
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mothephfuckin' truth my man."
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I'm on the scrimmage
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waitin' for you phucking imitations
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and I'm not descriminating
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myself, when I'm making my wealth
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pure facts
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it's hard for me to endure wack MCs
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I lay my tracks with ease
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I'm tellin' you that Del is truth
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appelin' through your arteries
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you scar your knees
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bowing, praising, now when I phase in
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like Kitty Pride
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city wide
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confer to kick the rumor
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him admit he lies
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the truth will set you free
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when I upset MCs
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execute MCs
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I do my best to mute MCs
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all it takes is intelligence
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I'm great with embellishments
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they need a savior
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so Del is sent...
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[CHORUS:]
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"Yeah, the truth, the truth, the nothing but the truth, I tell it to
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the youth, propelling with the proof, in the puudin', wouldn't you
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like to know?, Oh, no you didn't, my flow is never quittin', and
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that's the truth, the motherphucking truth my man, the truth, the
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motherphucking truth, I'll punch you in your tooth, ass drop the roof,
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bitch..."
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You know my attributes
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so don't act cute
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it's moot
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a closed casket
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the most massive
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fluff, just me
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no simile
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never flow simpily
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cause it was meant to be
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never concluded
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sever your crew with
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microlazer surgery,
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I get Adam split up like atoms like the Molecule Man
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now all of you stand
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like a congregation
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on the basement titric
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hip-hop
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not carin' sharin'
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tearin' Jones here in clones
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wearin' bones
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skeletons, your plasma is like gelatin
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and tell a friend
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who's developin'
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cause Del's intelligent...
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[CHORUS:]
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"Yeah, my lyrical technique, will make ya body freak, my lyrical
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technique, will make ya body tweak, my lyrical technique, will make
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ya body seek, the beaning, double-teaming, on your motherphuckin'
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brain. Yeah, see that hoe, too, yeah, bitch phuck it...slammin'."
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Missing Link (featuring Dinosaur Jr.)
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Del The Funky Homosapien |