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?    [CHORUS:]    "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...    [CHORUS:]    "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...    [CHORUS:]    "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'."