(feat. Del the Funky Homosapien)



[Del: behind vocals]

D-E-L he rips microphones

D-E-L he can't leave it alone, can't leave it alone

He can't leave it alone

Ahh, D-E-L on the microphone, strike ya dome wit the hype poem

Yeah, it's the type of shit ya like to get, get wit it

Ah, such a beautiful beat I'm 'bout to destroy

For all weak MC's ahh check it check it



Back in your presence it's the pres

Dispensing these rhymes like Pez

Full color, high res

I digest is high biased, alotta MC's ride my privates and I don't like it

I'm the master in innovation, that ain't the ?reef?

Well perhaps I'll bring it center stage then so you can peep

My rap style fail safe that derail fakes

They just a pale-make of my own chromosomes

I'm a critically-acclaimed maniac that attack tracks

On wax or drum machines, for your underlings

Plus I leave performers wit an ornery, ?quarterly's?

That'll turn your crew into disorderly's

Assorted freestyles I drop at my disposal

Make you move your mojo and bounce like a pogos

In the club, they grub on tortitos from Toyo's

A pitta and soda, and everything that's owed us

Everybody's doughnuts rushin for cash

Bustin ya ass, some losin just as fast

I  crash computers wit my viruses, fry your disk drive

Wit wise words, suckas get on my nerves

I'ma make you go "Hmmm", wet you like H2O

My flow refreshes, need lessons

Well we open for business if you dig this

To all the bigwigs and labels sellin you fables

Hey you, you ain't cuttin nothin, touchin my production

Wit that pre-school rap, I say fuck them



[Chorus]

Hypnotizing, magnificent mind set

Whenever I'm next, the shit you haven't tried yet

Live shit, magnetizing, peep what I'm advertising

My alliance got your third eye cryin



D-E-L he rips microphones, D-E-L he can't leave it alone

Can't leave it alone, he can't leave it alone



Del, advancing dancing over beats

Romancing microphones wit my glorious speech

No shorts like BVD, I'm next like DVD

I hit the metropolitan wit music I be modeling

Showin off, goin off, wiggin

Biggin up the town where I come up from, my humble beginnings

The neo-narrator, creative care-taker

I'm from the Five Flavors like Solar Flares on paper

Don't go fold things, let's go smoke things

Let dank or chocolate tai so we can all get high

I touch any beat wit heat I pack

Nigga, I frequent that

In my never-ending quest see you scratch

Speakin facts, we can rap

Fuck scrappin and tappin, jaws I'm crackin

Doors, open for brothers comin after me

Fuck apathy, I ain't got time to blame the world for my problems

I'm a grown fuckin man and I understand

Plus knowledge being gathered, each day make me

Speak this way, so get it

The way that I spit it, critics couldn't never call me half-witted

I'm the Riddick Bowe flowa for those in the know

My logo represents thought-processing

To keep em all guessin, wit these lyrical blessings

Class is in session, class is in session



[Chorus]



"You can achieve the hypnotic state

By saying those things in your mind

To yourself that is said to you on the recording

And then give yourself thirty suggestions

That will change your attitude towards crude"



[Del]

Most MC's have much to do wit nothing

I attack bigger issues, something to take with you

Time is just a measurement of life

So why waste time on the false, waste time on the mic

Waste time on the high personas, we're on the

Television tryin to get Del to listen

To that garbage and gobbledy-good

So I read a book, I prefer Manga wit Mega

My repectable rhyme styles and textures

Yes you're gettin extra

Flex your little style, I fluctuate

Too much to take in one sitting

And I stun citizens

Describing shit that we livin in

That don't make a better sense

I stick up kids who pick up bids

And murderers deserving the same thing, I'm sick of this

But meticulous wit metaphoric miracles of mind power

Praying mantis techniques that wreck beats

And pesky, prototypes that shouldn't made it off the assembly line

Much less to their distributors they're miniature

Mind states is immature and primative

Talkin 'bout all the crack they cookin up, in the crib

But you don't shock me, I see these things

Don't participate wit the heartless, I'm an artist

Who's bound to be out the roach-infested apartments



[Chorus x2: replace "Hypnotizing" w/ "Magnetizing"]



Don't cry, dry ya eyes [x4]