Magnetizing Lyrics & Chords By Handsome Boy Modeling School

D.E.L. on this microphone
D.E.L. he can't leave it alone
can't leave it alone, can't leave it alone
D.E.L on the microphone, strike ya dome with the microphone
It's the type of shit ya like ta get get wit it
Such a beautiful beat I'm bout to destroy

Back in yo presence is tha prez, dispensin these rhymes like Pez
Full color, high-res
I digest this high bias, alot of MC's ride my privates and I don't like it
I'm the master of innovation, that ain't the reap
Or perhaps I'll bring it center stage then so you can beat
My raps got failsafes that derail fates
They just a pale make of my own chromosomes
I'm a critically acclaimed maniac that attack tracks
So wax your drum machines for your under-leans
Puffing up performers with the ornery, quarterlies
That'll turn your crew into disorderly's
A suit of freestyles I drop at my disposal
To make you move your mojo and bounce like pogo's
In the club
They grub on tortillas from Togo's
A pita and soda
And everything thats owed us
Everybody's doughnuts rushin for cash
Bussin yo ass I'm losing just as fast
I crash computers with my viruses, fry yo disk drive with wise words
Suckas get on my nerves
I'ma make you go 'Hmm'
what you like H20
My flow refreshes, need lessons?
Well we open for business if you dig this
To all the big wigs at the label sellin' you fables
Hey you you ain't cuttin nothin touchin my production
With that pre-school rap I say 'Fuck them'

Chrous
Magnetizing, maginificent mind set
Whatever I'm next
The shit you haven't tried yet
Hot shit magnetizing beat what I'm advertising
Iron Lion got ya third eye cryin'

Del, advancing, dancing over beats
romancing microphones with my glorious speech
No shorts like BVD, I'm next like DVD
I hit the metropolitan with music I be modelling
Showin off, goin off, wiggin
Diggin up the town where I come from, my humble beginnings
The real narrator, creative caretaker
A funkdified flavors like solar flares on paper
Don't invoke things, let's go smoke things
Like dank or chocolate tai so we can all get high
I touch any beat with heat I pack, nigga I frequent that
In my never-ending quest seeking scratch
Speaking facts speakin rap
Fuck scrappin and tappin jaws, I'm crackin doors
Open for bullies comin after me, fuck apathy
I ain't got time to blame the world for my problems
I'm a grown fuckin man and I understand
Plus knowledge being gathered each day made me
Speak this way, so get it
The way that I spit it, critics could never call me half-witted
I'm the ? for those in the know
My logo represents thought processing
That keep 'em all guessin
with these lyrical blessings
Class is in session, class is in session.

Chrous

Most MC's have much to do with nothing
I attack bigger issues, something to take with you
Time is just a measurement of life, so why waste
Time on the false ways, time on the might ways
Time on the hype personas we're on the
television tryin to get Del to listen
To that garbage that gobbledegook
So I read a book, I prefer manga
With mecca
My respectable rhymes styles and textures
Yes your getting extra
Flex your little style, I fluctuate
Too much to take in one sitting and I stun citizens
Describing shit we living in that don't make a bit of sense
I stick up kids who pick up bids
And murderers deserving the same thing, I'm sick of this
But maticulous with metaphoric miracles of mindpower
Praying Mantis techniques that wreck beats
And pesky prototypes that shouldn't have made it off the assembly line
Much less to their distributors your miniature
Mindstates is immature and primitive
Talkin bout all the crack they cookin up in the crib
But you don't shock me I see these things
But I don't participate with the heartless, I'm an artist
Who's glad to be out those roach-infested apartments

Chorus

Don't cry, dry your eyes (x4)