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

I'm shining the aperture
But I'm not gonna no caps for ya
That's another genre, I'm the black
Track charmer, sack

Distract burdens if it ain't urgent
Nerve prints sentinel, invisible, infidel interstellar
Hella clever, immeasurable
With heaven to go incredible

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

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

And split cha wig like Kid
you headless like Icky-bod
I infuriated, tick you off, to Pop
Hip-Hop's too to me, it's a cult
Lyrics lacerated, cha throat
Beat cha brain down like Piscopo with Colt

I know, Different Strokes
So respect me for I whip out ol'
Surgically you from my testes
Purposely improve you to see who the best be

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

Eh, ever hearin' this, Deltron-Z be a lyricist
Frontin' on your false appearances
Drive you delirious, serious
The eeriest mic

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

Go ahead, try
But most rap don't have any focus
they flippin' chips, try penny brokers
Kipsco or

Get my album I'll you how it's done
Delateous, hella atrocious wit'
My throat holds choke pose
Po-po's in ya scrolls, my are not rifles

I scrimmage like the Microdots
You might go pop and I might crops
Go get the gestapo, you a pot full of gold
Pull a zodiac sign to

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

Coordinates confirm, subordinates learn
My ordnance is stern so my fern
Is the only way in this age where you goin' crazed
Your style is sold and for 'cause I made more

emcees like a bayshore
Bullets doors
In Oakland where lay law
Del is going wit' napalm

Eight bombs to my arms like the town crier
Now miser, strider, exciter, rippin' plywood
Forget cakin' lyrical cheapskates
Try Del and win the

What I make is so hot, it's
Off the end, stop your breathin'
cha sleepin'
Now you're peekin' you've eaten
A microdots wreck your equinox

every piece of props
Leave your perforated, curb your
your matrix in the Word Olympics
Completely furnished wit' burners like Ted
I broadcast the classics, fabulous,

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

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

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