X-Files Del the Funky Homosapien

[Verse 1]
Star-struck MCs receive no attention
From the man whose mind is not even in this dimension
I'm on another plane, sicker than the mother brain
The ultimate expression, yes indeed
Heed, my flow's symphonic, hypnotic, psychotic
Never symbiotic but doper than narcotics
A few a y'all caught it on my first release
But now my power's increased, enhanced
Del meets the fans halfway, and slap a rapper in his chops
The temperature drops, you get pneumonia
Or maybe exposed to radiation by plutonium
Some say rap's an idiom, get the A-S-R-S-P
And then a medium, the best of both worlds
Brilliantly engineered lyrics that men should fear
Del is now in the clear, I was in prison
But now free to be everything that I envision
Abandon the plan and the uninspired
And the haters that cater to their needs agree
It's bizarre, by far anarchy no control
No soul, the whole fucking planet's gonna fold
Unless we administer sense as we enter the
Twenty-first century even your worst enemy
Gotta get it together, mentally and systematically
When niggas think I'm a smart-ass, it makes em mad at me
Why, cause I try my best to eliminate ignorance
Not letting my brain burn out like cigarettes
There's bigger threats besides thieves or your pet peeves
But what's right in your face is what nobody believes