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  • Check my comprehensive catalog of crafts
    I'm daft, 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 sales and your status
    You extra baggage, I bamboozle
    Like I'm mobbin' in a Landcruiser
    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 Ichabod
    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
    When sniffin' coke, I don't know
    Diff'rent Strokes, so respect me
    'Fore I whip out ol' Betsy
    Surgically remove you from my testes
    Purposely improve you
    Just to see who the best be
    But sold up ***y
    Take a poll and know the prestige
    (What) Large lefty (Yeah)
    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
    "Press Rewind"
    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
    "Press Rewind"
    Drive you delirious, dead serious
    The eeriest mic mysterious
    "Press Rewind"
    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
    Del-atrocious, hella atrocious wit vocals
    My throat holds verbal choke holds
    Poke holes in ya scrolls
    My goals are not rifles
    I flow scrimmage like the Micronauts
    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 over flashlights
    Man, you don't know the half
    Dash right to the phonograph
    Blow your balderdash
    Coordinates confirm, subordinates will learn
    My ordinance is stern so supportin' my firm
    Is the only way in this lonely age
    Where you going crazed
    Your style is sold and paid for
    Cause I made more
    Water emcees like on bay shore
    Bullets graze doors (Where)
    In Oakland where they lay law
    Del is going AWOL with napalm
    Eight bombs, taped to my arms
    Like the town crier, now miser, strider
    Spit exciter, ripping 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 sleeping
    Now you're peaking 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, fabu-lass, fa-tastic
    Peep, who ever hearin' this
    Deltron-Z be a lyricist
    Frontin' on your fake false appearances
    "Press Rewind"
    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
    "Press Rewind"
    Drive you delirious, dead serious
    The eeriest mic mysterious
    And the survey says
    Go pratice or something, man
    You know, peace
    "Press Rewind"
    Ah-hah
  • [00:41.374]Check my comprehensive catalog of crafts
    [00:43.734]I'm daft, I battle all like I don't have it all
    [00:45.921]Avant-garde, Battlestar Galactica
    [00:48.219]Got rhymes per capita
    [00:49.588]I'm shining through the aperture
    [00:50.823]But I'm not gonna bust no caps for ya
    [00:52.573]That's another genre, I'm the black bomber
    [00:55.171]Track charmer, sack burner, distract burdens
    [00:57.932]If it ain't that urgent, nerve prints
    [01:00.088]Word sentinel invisible infidel interstellar
    [01:02.445]Hella clever, endeavors immeasurable
    [01:04.551]With only heaven to go incredible
    [01:06.403]Melodramatic wit tales from the tablet
    [01:08.576]You fail cause you average
    [01:10.060]Regardless of your sales and your status
    [01:12.012]You extra baggage, I bamboozle
    [01:13.721]Like I'm mobbin' in a Landcruiser
    [01:15.575]Down MacArthur, artistic archer
    [01:17.849]Autistic misfit, you'll get the sickness
    [01:20.242]When I spit the wickedness
    [01:21.513]And split cha wig like Kid Icarus
    [01:23.280]Leave you headless like Ichabod
    [01:24.885]I infuriated, tick you off, stick to Pop
    [01:27.704]Hip-Hop's too difficult, to me, it's a cult
    [01:30.042]Lyrics lacerated, slit cha throat
    [01:31.680]Beat cha brain down like Piscopo
    [01:33.034]When sniffin' coke, I don't know
    [01:34.457]Diff'rent Strokes, so respect me
    [01:36.125]'Fore I whip out ol' Betsy
    [01:38.046]Surgically remove you from my testes
    [01:39.865]Purposely improve you
    [01:40.792]Just to see who the best be
    [01:42.253]But sold up ***y
    [01:43.584]Take a poll and know the prestige
    [01:45.545](What) Large lefty (Yeah)
    [01:47.128]I automate, animate, my soul sanitation
    [01:49.430]Like I gotta canvas painting
    [01:51.156]Manifestions. Eh, who's ever hearin' this
    [01:54.536]Deltron-Z be a lyricist
    [01:56.191]Frontin' on your fake false appearances
    [01:58.188]"Press Rewind"
    [01:58.932]Drive you delirious, dead serious
    [02:00.881]The eeriest mic mysterious
    [02:02.921]Eh peep, who's ever hearin' this
    [02:04.698]Deltron-Z be a lyricist
    [02:06.438]Frontin' on your fake false appearances
    [02:08.413]"Press Rewind"
    [02:09.106]Drive you delirious, dead serious
    [02:11.002]The eeriest mic mysterious
    [02:18.608]"Press Rewind"
    [02:23.009]Go ahead, try symbiosis
    [02:24.901]But most rap artist don't have any focus
    [02:27.099]Think they flippin' chips, try penny brokers
    [02:29.373]Kipsco or pennyloafers
    [02:31.033]Get my album I'll show you how it's done
    [02:32.973]Del-atrocious, hella atrocious wit vocals
    [02:35.997]My throat holds verbal choke holds
    [02:38.016]Poke holes in ya scrolls
    [02:39.295]My goals are not rifles
    [02:40.908]I flow scrimmage like the Micronauts
    [02:43.289]You might go pop and I might grow crops
    [02:45.712]Go get the gestapo
    [02:47.039]You riskin' a pot full of gold
    [02:48.622]Pull a zodiac sign to halftime
    [02:50.788]Reenact rhymes from a past life over flashlights
    [02:54.039]Man, you don't know the half
    [02:55.942]Dash right to the phonograph
    [02:57.479]Blow your balderdash
    [02:58.709]Coordinates confirm, subordinates will learn
    [03:01.098]My ordinance is stern so supportin' my firm
    [03:03.563]Is the only way in this lonely age
    [03:05.479]Where you going crazed
    [03:06.605]Your style is sold and paid for
    [03:08.000]Cause I made more
    [03:09.127]Water emcees like on bay shore
    [03:10.849]Bullets graze doors (Where)
    [03:12.078]In Oakland where they lay law
    [03:13.467]Del is going AWOL with napalm
    [03:15.550]Eight bombs, taped to my arms
    [03:17.324]Like the town crier, now miser, strider
    [03:20.200]Spit exciter, ripping plywood
    [03:22.162]Forget beef cakin' lyrical cheapskates
    [03:24.592]Try Del and win the sweepstakes
    [03:26.276]What I make is so hot, it's seethin'
    [03:28.161]Off the deep end, stop your breathin'
    [03:30.002]Caught cha sleeping
    [03:31.009]Now you're peaking like you've eaten
    [03:32.411]A hundred microdots wreck your equinox
    [03:34.688]Delete every piece of props
    [03:36.086]Leave your perforated, curb your hatred
    [03:37.847]Deserve your matrix in the Word Olympics
    [03:40.019]Completely furnished wit burners like Ted Turner
    [03:42.305]I broadcast the classics, fabu-lass, fa-tastic
    [03:45.123]Peep, who ever hearin' this
    [03:46.972]Deltron-Z be a lyricist
    [03:48.668]Frontin' on your fake false appearances
    [03:50.569]"Press Rewind"
    [03:51.266]Drive you delirious, dead serious
    [03:53.276]The eeriest mic mysterious
    [03:55.265]Hey, who ever hearin' this
    [03:57.052]Deltron-Z be a lyricist
    [03:58.814]Frontin' on your fake false appearances
    [04:00.768]"Press Rewind"
    [04:01.485]Drive you delirious, dead serious
    [04:03.473]The eeriest mic mysterious
    [04:06.395]And the survey says
    [04:08.926]Go pratice or something, man
    [04:10.276]You know, peace
    [04:11.223]"Press Rewind"
    [04:12.048]Ah-hah