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Check my catalog of crafts
I'm daffed, I battle all I don't have it all
Avant-garde, battlestar
Got rhymes per

I'm shining through the
But I'm not bust no caps for ya
another genre, I'm the black bomber
Track charmer, sack

Distract if it ain't that urgent
prints word sentinel, invisible, infidel interstellar
Hella clever, endeavors
With heaven to go incredible

Melodramatic wit tales from the
You 'cause you average
Regardless of your sells and your
You baggage

I bamboozle like I'm mobbin' in a land
Down MacArthur, artistic archer, autistic
You'll get the
When I the wickedness

And split cha wig Kid Icarus
Leave you headless like
I infuriated, tick you off, to Pop
too difficult to me, it's a cult
Lyrics lacerated, cha throat
Beat cha brain like Piscopo with Smith Colt

I don't know, Strokes
So respect me for I out ol' Betsy
Surgically remove you from my
Purposely improve you just to see who the be

But sold up
a poll and know the prestige
Large lefty, I automate, animate, my sanitation
Like I canvas painting manifestions

Eh, who's ever hearin' this, Deltron-Z be a
on your fake false appearances
Drive you delirious, dead
The mic mysterious

Eh peep, who's ever hearin' this, be a lyricist
Frontin' on your fake false
Drive you delirious, serious
The eeriest mic

Go ahead, try
But most rap artist don't have any
Think they flippin' chips, try penny
or pennyloafers

Get my I'll show you how it's done
Delateous, hella wit' vocals
My holds verbal choke pose
in ya scrolls, my goals are not rifles

I flow scrimmage the Microdots
You go pop and I might grow crops
Go get the gestapo, you riskin' a pot of gold
Pull a zodiac to halftime

Reenact rhymes from a life of a flashlight
Man, you don't the half
Dash to the phonograph
Blow balderdash

confirm, subordinates will learn
My ordnance is so supportin' my fern
Is the way in this lonely age where you goin' crazed
Your style is sold and paid for I made more

emcees like a bayshore
Bullets graze
In Oakland they lay law
Del is going AWOL wit'

Eight bombs taped to my arms like the crier
Now miser, strider, spit exciter, rippin'
Forget beef lyrical cheapskates
Try Del and win the

What I make is so hot, seethin'
Off the deep end, your breathin'
Caught cha
Now you're peekin' you've eaten
A hundred microdots wreck your

every piece of props
Leave perforated, curb your hatred
Deserve your in the Word Olympics
Completely furnished burners like Ted Turner
I the classics, fabulous, fantastic

Peep, who ever hearin' this, be a lyricist
on your fake false appearances
Drive you delirious, serious
The eeriest mic

Hey, who hearin' this, Deltron-Z be a lyricist
Frontin' on your fake appearances
Drive you delirious, dead
The mic mysterious

And the survey
"Go or something, man"
You peace