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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 no caps for ya
That's another genre, I'm the black
charmer, sack burner

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

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

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

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

I don't know, Strokes
So me for I whip out ol' Betsy
remove you from my testes
Purposely you just 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 fake appearances
you delirious, dead serious
The mic mysterious

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

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

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

I flow like the Microdots
You might go pop and I might grow
Go get the gestapo, you riskin' a pot full of
Pull a sign to halftime

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

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

Water like a bayshore
Bullets doors
In Oakland they lay law
Del is going AWOL wit'

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

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

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

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

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

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