"Earth to Del, Earth to Del, Earth to Del do you read me?
Do you copy Del? It seems we've lost radio contact
Descend for warp speed so you can receive transmission"

Each rap is texture-mapped to perfection / A 3-D world for you to step in / I leave MC's stranded on asteroids / Floating through the void of space / Del the black man, African back again / Crackin windshields, so I can heal your souls / When you feel my flows / A wild beast when I piece together beats like puzzles / MCs feel muzzled like dobermans / Its over when you try duplicate / And then your tooth'll ache for tryin to sink your teeth in / Meetin your maker, Del the caretaker here to break your life / Away from you faker than Tammy Faye Baker / I shake your brain up like Quaker Oats / For tryin to memorize my maniacal quotes / The funk coats your eardrums, Oaklands where we're from / The deviant, workin feverishly but easily / Eagerly awaiting your arrival / Hide all you cowards / You're powerless I'm live and in technicolor and tumorous / Your humorous, my rhymes are numerous / I'm too elaborate in my habitat / With words that hit your skull like a battle ax, imagine that / I'm actually destined cause I'm acutal perfection / Equals natural selection with rhymes as my secret weapon / This involvement in my newest installment / Is dissolving the chains on your brains like solvent / I can't call it, all it means is my genes / Comes from supreme beings, ancestors ya can't step ta

Chorus

No way out, come right in, writin incredible shit
They can't meddle with us
Future development is too intelligent
Future development, too too intelligent
No way out come right in, writin incredible shit
You can't meddle with us

"And you say it, And niggas are still frontin with that
old technology shit, why is this soundin garbage?"

To many fans and not enough artists / Niggas frontin heartless like they packin ultra cartridges / You ain't gonna smoke me, you smoke weed / I've seen some sick characters and they ain't scared a ya / The true soldiers who will unload on your intersect / Not me I'm into Tex and Mex / Giant robos and ponos, and road shows / I like to blow dough on the latest, not the status quo though / More pull than Yo-Yo Duncan / Puttin passion in my rappin like a tongue kiss and writem by the hundreds / With no bass the foundation crumbles / Like niggaz bumble they whole life over rumbles / Scandals, sure you got hand skills / But unless you gonna be a boxer who's gonna offer / Your hand skrill? (Nobody) I used to program computers / Now I make manuvers on the mic to school ya / On the ole, how it goes how the flow for the uninitiated / Plus on the side, get my own life sitiated / You know writin lyrics in between lines / Play some Samauri Spirits, oops / Drop funky like defecation, poop / Leavin ya mute mutes, speechless / Niggaz blackin out like an eclipse / No defense for your pretense / Which is just a feat to proposal / Towards your disposal / Del flow solo, fully mobilized the wise words / So niggas can get the total / Perception, perfection destined for greatness / Etched in your consciousness, metaphorically monstrous

Chorus

No way out, come right in, writin incredible shit
You can't meddle with us
Future development is too intelligent
Future development too too intelligent

No way out, come right in, writin incredible shit
You can't meddle with us
Future development is too intelligent
Future development, too too intelligent

Variations of chorus til music fades