Lyrics

[Verse] Hey, I got a story MC's be carted off, ya soft Dinosaur Jr. ya'll find is what's gonna ruin ya What in blazes Hey this Is phat, weigh this I'll portray this Photographs of the last laugh Inspire your 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 lung gets warts it and worn 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 binging [?] is my fault I sustain phatter blends Of words heard, stampede Damn he the speech with me to reach out! [Chorus] Just me, no simile, never flow simply 'cause it was meant to be No 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', and that's the truth No you've got it wrong The motherfuckin' truth, my man [Verse] I'm on the scrimmage waitin' for you fucking imitations [?] And I'm not discriminating myself when I'm making my wealth Pure facts, it's hard for me to endure wack MC's I lay my tracks with ease I'm tellin' you that Del is truth and runnin' through your arteries You scar your knees Bowing, praising Now when I phase in Like Kitty Pryde, City Wide (city wide) Confer to kick the rumor he'll admit he lies The truth will set you free when I uproot some C's Execute MC's I do my best to mute MC's All it takes is intelligence I'm great with embellishments They need a saviour so Del is sent [Chorus] Yeah, the truth, the truth, the nothing but the truth, I tell it to the youth No you've got it wrong 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 motherfuckin' truth, my man The truth, the motherfuckin' truth No you've got it wrong I'll bust you in your tooth, ass drop the roof, bitch! [Verse] 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 simply 'cause it was meant to be Never concluded sever your crew with micro-laser 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 No you've got it wrong My lyrical technique will make ya body seek The meaning, double-teaming, on your motherfuckin' brain Yeah, see that hoe, too, yeah No you've got it wrong Bitch, fuck it Slammin' No you've got it wrong "You know I've never seen a skull so large"