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

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

Distract burdens if it that urgent
Nerve prints sentinel, invisible, infidel interstellar
Hella clever, immeasurable
only heaven to go incredible

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

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

And cha wig like 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 Piscopo with Colt

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

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

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

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

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

Get my I'll show you how it's done
Delateous, atrocious wit' vocals
My holds verbal 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 riskin' a pot full of
a zodiac sign to halftime

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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