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Check my comprehensive 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
That's genre, I'm the black bomber
Track charmer, sack

Distract burdens if it that urgent
prints word sentinel, invisible, infidel interstellar
Hella clever, endeavors
With heaven to go incredible

Melodramatic wit from the tablet
You fail you average
Regardless of your sells and status
You extra

I bamboozle like I'm in a land cruiser
Down MacArthur, archer, autistic misfit
get the sickness
When I the wickedness

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

I don't know, 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 and know the prestige
Large lefty, I automate, animate, my soul
Like I canvas painting manifestions

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Water like a bayshore
Bullets doors
In Oakland where lay law
Del is going AWOL napalm

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

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

Delete every of props
your perforated, curb your hatred
Deserve your 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 your false appearances
Drive you delirious, serious
The eeriest mic

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

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