Testo Missing Link

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 patterns yet it's my fault I sustain phatter blends of words heard, stampede damn he the speech with two teach? "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 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 motherfucking truth, my man 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 phuck it...slammin'."