D -E -L -E, this microphone
D -E -L -E, can't leave it alone
Somebody leave it, leave it
D -E -L -E on the microphone,
strike it on with a high -phone
Yeah, it's the type of shit
you like to get, get with it
Dismissing these rhymes like pears
A lot of MCs ride my privates
I'm the master of innovation
Well, perhaps I'll bring a sinner staged in
They just a pale make of my
I'm a clinically acclaimed maniac
that attacks tracks on wax
or drum machines for your underlings
Positive performers with the
that'll turn your crew into
to make you move your mojo
and bounce like pogos in the club
Big grub on tortillas from
some lose it just as fast
I crash computers with my viruses
Fry your disk drive with wise words
Well, we open for business if you dig this
So all the big wigs at the label
Hey you, you ain't got nothing
Magnetizing, magnificent mindset
this shit you haven't tried yet
feeding what I'm advertising
My alliance got your third eye cryin'
D -E -L, he whips microphones
D -E -L, he can't leave it alone
Advancing, dancing over beats
No shorts like BVD, I'm next like DVD
I hit the metropolitan with mu
Throwin' off, throwin' off, wiggin'
Diggin' up the town where I come from,
The new narrator, creative caretaker
like solar flares on paper
Like dank or chocolatized
I touch any beat with heat I pack,
In my never -ending quest
Speaking facts, we can rap
Fuck scrappin' and tappin' jaws,
Open for brokers comin' after me,
I ain't got time to blame the
So get it, the way that I spit it
Critics could never call me half -witted
I'm the ring -blower flow
My logo represents thought processing
To keep them all guessing
with these lyrical blessings
Magnetizing, magnificent mindset
this shit you have been project
feed what I'm advertising
My alliance got your third eye crying
Most MCs have much to do with nothing
something to take with you
Time is just a measurement of life
So why waste time on the false ways
Time on the mic, waste time on the hype
Personas, we're on the television
I prefer manga with mecha
Yes, you're getting extra
Flex your little style, I fluctuate
Too much to take in one sitting
Describing shit we livin' in
that don't make a bit of sense
But meticulous with metaphoric
Pray and manage techniques
that wreck beats and pests
Prototypes that shouldn't have made
Much less to their distributors
Their miniature mind states
is immature and primitive
they cooking up in the crib
I'm an artist who's trying to be out them
roach -infested apartments
This shit you haven't tried yet
Beep what I'm advertising
My alliance got ya third eye crying
This shit you haven't tried yet
And beat what I'm advertising
My alliance got your third eye crying