Missing Link Video (MV)

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 mothephf*ckin' 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 motherf*cking truth, my man
The truth, the motherf*cking 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'."