Lyric discussion by shwagga 

[Mr. Lif] Yo The plan's covered in asphalt The Lord told me that it's man's fault For perpetuating detrimental ways of living we can halt Everything inside ya move You're caught inside a homicidal groove Where only the idle lose By violating one of life's most vital rules Thou shalt not But hell is a foul spot, where many are misinformed when they are taught And thus cherish the untrue Then die for the lies that they clung to Del and I were there when they hung you And as you swung to and fro We asked, (del:Where did the humane humans go?) With none in sight We're left to focus on the stunning fight That spites the same force that put the sun in flight So I summon night The lack of light left some in fright And living in fear With something they couldn't bear I promise to tell the truth and the whole truth I solemnly swear

[Chorus 3x] Left,Right, Up, Down Diagonal Three-hundred and sixty degrees [Dj Craze scratches "three sixty degrees"]

[Del the Funky Homosapien] Progression, the lesson I figure out which direction, then jettison Minimilize perplexion, flesh and bone that's just a physical I got a spiritual awareness I have risen to Its not mystical, something that I listen to When these plastic motherfuckers try to get into my cypher I syphon they blood like they split in two Yeah Del repel, arduous The purest, give 'em service with no insurance Evil I see through like cellophane Knowledge of self, that's why people see Del as strange They wanna humanize the most demonic dudes Apply harmonic rules Decide, who is the guy America's just like a pair of gloves Don't want to share with us Anarchy, tear it up

[Chorus 3x] [Craze scratches "three sixty degrees"]

[Mr. Lif then Del alternating stanzas] The new era, brings terror You wish the quality of life was better Peep the dilemma

Yeah life's getting dimmer Stomachs' gettin' thinner But your soul keep you full, obesity's for sinners

The sentiment lingers Low self-esteem hinders

I tell my people 'bout slavery, no one remembers

Maybe they ought to take a look in they mirrors

Like Michael Jackson, and they actions get clearer

Beware, the imagery might scare ya

If you ain't close to the source, then you don't like prosperity

One of many waitin' in line for therapy

But everyone bear a seed as pure as the air we breathe

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