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

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

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

Melodramatic wit tales the tablet
You fail 'cause you
Regardless of your sells and your
You baggage

I like I'm mobbin' in a land cruiser
MacArthur, artistic archer, autistic misfit
You'll get the
I spit the wickedness

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

I don't know, Different
So me for I whip out ol' Betsy
Surgically remove you my testes
Purposely you just to see who the best be

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

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

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

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

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

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

Reenact from a past life of a flashlight
Man, you know the half
right to the phonograph
Blow your

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

Water emcees like a
Bullets graze
In where they lay law
Del is going AWOL wit'

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

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

Delete every of props
Leave perforated, curb your hatred
your matrix in the Word Olympics
Completely furnished wit' burners Ted Turner
I the classics, fabulous, fantastic

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

Hey, who ever hearin' this, be a lyricist
Frontin' on fake false appearances
Drive you delirious, dead
The mic mysterious

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