Album: Judgment Night

Missing Link [Dinosaur Jr. and Del The Funky Homosapien]

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'."