[Movie Quotes Intro]nWell this is the effect, all these films beginning ???nThe kids are very impressionable. Three?nThey see all these films and they want to imitate their heroes.nWhat heroes though?nAll they see is robbers, rapists, muggers, and murderers.n...I'm impressed, you're a killer.nn[Mr. Lif]nYonThe plans' covered in asphaltnThe Lord told me that its man's fault nFor perpetuating detrimental ways of living we can't haltnEverything inside ya movenYou're caught inside a homicidal groovenWhere only the idle loosenBy violating one of life's most vital rulesnThou shalt notnBut hell is a foul spot, where many are misinformed when they are taughtnAnd thus cherish the untruenThen die for the lies that they clung tonDel and I were there when they hung younAnd as you swung to and fro nWe asked, (del:Where did the humane humans go?)nWith none in sightnWe're left to focus on the same stunning fightnThat spites the same force that put the sun in flightnSo I summon nightnThe lack of light left some in frightnAnd living in fearnWith something they couldn't bearnI promise to tell the truth and the whole truthnI solemnly swearnn[Chorus 3x]nLeft,Right, Up, DownnDiagonalnThree-hundred and sixty degreesn[Dj Craze scratches three sixty degrees]nn[Del the Funky Homosapien]nProgression, the lessonnI figure out which direction, then jettisonnMinimalize perplexion, flesh and bone nthat's just a physicalnI got a spiritual awareness I have risen tonIts not mystical, something that I listen tonWhen these plastic motherfuckers try to get into my cypher I ciphen they blood like they split in twonYeah Del repel, arduousnThe purest, give 'em service with no insurancenEvil I see through like cellophanenKnowledge of self, that's why people see Del is strangenThey wanna humanize the most demonic dudesnApply harmonic rulesnDecide, who is the guynAmerica's just like a pair of glovenDon't want to share with usnAnarchy, tear it upnn[Chorus 3x]n[Craze scratches three sixty degrees]nn[Mr. Lif then Del alternating stanzas]nThe new era, brings terrornYou wish the quality of life was betternPeep the dilemmannYeah life's getting dimmernStomachs' gettin' thinnernBut your souls keep you full, obesity is for sinnersnnThe sentiment lingersnLow self-esteem hindersnnI tell my people 'bout slavery, no one remembersnnMaybe they ought to take a look in they mirrorsnnLike Michael Jackson, and they actions gettin' clearernnBeware, the imagery might scare yannIf you ain't close to the source, then you don't like rosperitynnOne or many waitin' in line for therapynnBut everyone bear a seednure as the air we breathenn[Craze scratches three sixty degrees] nend