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, like 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 alter your brain patterns, bend ya   It's my fault   I sustain phatter blends   Of words heard, stampede   Damn he the speech which you need to reach      I'm just me, no simile,    Never flow simpily,    Cause it was meant to be, [Now you've got it wrong]   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', [Now you've got it wrong]   And that's the truth, the motherfuckin' truth, my man.      I'm on the scrimmage   waitin' for you fucking 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 uproot 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 puddin' [Now you've got it wrong]   Wouldn't you like to know?   Oh, no, you didn't   My flow is never quittin'   And that's the truth   The motherfucking truth, my man [Now you've got it wrong]   The truth, the motherfucking truth    I'll bust you in the 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,    Severe 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 fuck