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Missing Link (2019 Remaster)
Dinosaur Jr. Del the Funky Homosapien
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Hey, I gotta start it, MC's be carted
Off ya soft, Dinosaur Jr. will flood, that's gotta warn ya
What in blazes? Hey, this is fat
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 doin' ya bond it, my non gets warts it
And I'm apart from wackiness, 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, yet it's my fault
I sustain fatter blends of words heard, stampede
Damn, he the speech with two teach?
I 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 puddin', wouldn't you like to know?
Oh, no you didn't, my flows never quittin'
And that's the truth, the motherfuckin' truth, my man
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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 appealing' through your arteries
You scar your knees bowing, praising, now when I phase in
Like Kitty Pryde, city wide
Confer to kick the rumor, him admit he lies
The truth will set you free
When I uproot MC's, execute MCs
I do my best to mute MC's
All it takes is intelligence
I'm great with embellishments
They need a savior, so Del is sent
Yeah, 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 motherfuckin' truth, my man
The truth, the truth
I'll punch you in your tooth, ask Dr. Ruth, 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 microlazer surgery
I get Adam split up like atoms like the Molecule Man
Now all of you stand like a congregation
On the basement tip, trip, hip-hop
Not carin' sharin'
Teren 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 meaning
Double-teaming on your motherfuckin' brain
Yeah, see that hoe too (yeah)
Bitches, fuck it
She's hilarious
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