Missing Link (feat. Dinosaur Jr.)

Hey, I gotta started

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 doing ya bond it, my non gets warts in 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 pattern, ninja, 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 simply '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 pudding

Wouldn't you like to know?

Oh no, you didn't, my flow's never quittin'

And that's the truth, the motherfuckin' truth, my man

I'm on the scrimmage waitin' for your fucking imitations

And I'm not discriminating myself when I'm making my wealth

Pure facts, it's hard for me to endure whack MCs

I lay my tracks with ease

I'm telling you that Del is truth, propelling 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 some Cs

Execute some Cs

I do my best to mute MCs

All it takes is intelligence

I'm great with embellishments

They needs 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 pudding

Wouldn't you like to know?

Oh no you didn't, my flow's never quittin'

And that's the truth, the motherfuckin' truth, my man

The truth, the motherfuckin' truth

I'll punch 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 simply 'cause it was meant to be

Never concluded sever your crew with

Micro-laser surgery I get out of split up like atoms

Like the molecule man, now all of you stand

Like a congregation on the basement titric

Hip hop, not caring, sharing

Taren Jones, here clothes, wearing bones

Skeletons, your plasma is like gelatin

And tell a friend who's developing

'Cause Del's intelligent

Yeah, my lyrical technique will make ya body freak

My lyrical technique will may ya body tweak

My lyrical technique will may ya body seek

The beaming, double-teaming on your mother-fucking brain

Yeah, see that hoe, too, (Yeah) bitch, fuck it