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Check my comprehensive catalog of crafts
 I'm daffed, I battle all like I don't have it all
 Avant-garde, battlestar Galactica
 Got rhymes per capita
 I'm shining through the aperture
 But I'm not gonna bust no caps for ya
 That's another genre, I'm the black bomber
 Track charmer, sack burner
 Distract burdens if it ain't that urgent
 Nerve prints word sentinel, invisible, infidel interstellar
 Hella clever, endeavors immeasurable
 With only heaven to go incredible
 Melodramatic wit tales from the tablet
 You fail 'cause you average
 Regardless of your sells and your status
 You extra baggage
 I bamboozle like I'm mobbin' in a land cruiser
 Down MacArthur, artistic archer, autistic misfit
 You'll get the sickness
 When I spit the wickedness
 And split cha wig like Kid Icarus
 Leave you headless like Icky-bod
 I infuriated, tick you off, stick to Pop
 Hip-Hop's too difficult to me, it's a cult
 Lyrics lacerated, slit cha throat
 Beat cha brain down like Piscopo with Smith Colt
 I don't know, Different Strokes
 So respect me for I whip out ol' Betsy
 Surgically remove you from my testes
 Purposely improve you just to see who the best be
 But sold up sexy
 Take a poll and know the prestige
 Large lefty, I automate, animate, my soul sanitation
 Like I gotta canvas painting manifestions
 Eh, who's ever hearin' this, Deltron-Z be a lyricist
 Frontin' on your fake false appearances
 Drive you delirious, dead serious
 The eeriest mic mysterious
 Eh peep, who's ever hearin' this, Deltron-Z be a lyricist
 Frontin' on your fake false appearances
 Drive you delirious, dead serious
 The eeriest mic mysterious
 Go ahead, try symbiosis
 But most rap artist don't have any focus
 Think they flippin' chips, try penny brokers
 Kipsco or pennyloafers
 Get my album I'll show you how it's done
 Delateous, hella atrocious wit' vocals
 My throat holds verbal choke pose
 Po-po's in ya scrolls, my goals are not rifles
 I flow scrimmage like the Microdots
 You might go pop and I might grow crops
 Go get the gestapo, you riskin' a pot full of gold
 Pull a zodiac sign to halftime
 Reenact rhymes from a past life of a flashlight
 Man, you don't know the half
 Dash right to the phonograph
 Blow your balderdash
 Coordinates confirm, subordinates will learn
 My ordnance is stern so supportin' my fern
 Is the only way in this lonely age where you goin' crazed
 Your style is sold and paid for 'cause I made more
 Water emcees like a bayshore
 Bullets graze doors
 In Oakland where they lay law
 Del is going AWOL wit' napalm
 Eight bombs taped to my arms like the town crier
 Now miser, strider, spit exciter, rippin' plywood
 Forget beef cakin' lyrical cheapskates
 Try Del and win the sweepstakes
 What I make is so hot, it's seethin'
 Off the deep end, stop your breathin'
 Caught cha sleepin'
 Now you're peekin' like you've eaten
 A hundred microdots wreck your equinox
 Delete every piece of props
 Leave your perforated, curb your hatred
 Deserve your matrix in the Word Olympics
 Completely furnished wit' burners like Ted Turner
 I broadcast the classics, fabulous, fantastic
 Peep, who ever hearin' this, Deltron-Z be a lyricist
 Frontin' on your fake false appearances
 Drive you delirious, dead serious
 The eeriest mic mysterious
 Hey, who ever hearin' this, Deltron-Z be a lyricist
 Frontin' on your fake false appearances
 Drive you delirious, dead serious
 The eeriest mic mysterious
 And the survey says
 "Go practice or something, man"
 You know peace

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Duration
04:46
Key
7
Tempo
94 BPM

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