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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 per capita

I'm through the aperture
But I'm not gonna bust no for ya
That's another genre, I'm the black
charmer, sack burner

Distract burdens if it ain't that
Nerve word sentinel, invisible, infidel interstellar
Hella clever, endeavors
With only heaven to go

Melodramatic wit tales from the
You fail 'cause you
Regardless of your sells and your
You extra

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

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

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

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

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

Eh peep, who's 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 artist don't have any
Think they flippin' chips, try penny
or pennyloafers

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

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

Reenact rhymes from a life of a flashlight
Man, you know the half
Dash to the phonograph
Blow balderdash

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

Water emcees a bayshore
Bullets graze
In Oakland where 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

I make is so hot, it's seethin'
Off the deep end, stop breathin'
Caught cha
Now you're peekin' like eaten
A microdots wreck your equinox

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

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

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

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