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

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

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

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

I like I'm mobbin' in a land 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
Hip-Hop's too to me, it's a cult
lacerated, slit cha throat
Beat cha brain like Piscopo with Smith Colt

I know, Different Strokes
So me for I whip out ol' Betsy
Surgically remove you my testes
improve you just to see who the best be

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

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

Eh peep, who's ever hearin' this, be a lyricist
Frontin' on your false appearances
you delirious, dead serious
The eeriest mic

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

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

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

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

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

Water emcees a bayshore
graze doors
In Oakland where lay law
Del is AWOL wit' napalm

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

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

Delete piece of props
Leave your perforated, curb your
Deserve your matrix in the Word
furnished wit' burners like Ted Turner
I the classics, fabulous, fantastic

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

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

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