| Yeah, that’s the funky-funky shit
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| Aye, bust it, yo, yo
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| Deltron; |
| tremendous force to end your course
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| Every whim is enforced
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| I send men with torches to raid your fortress
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| And in the process radiate your optics
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| Subconsciously haunt emcees
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| Super human technician atomic inner dimension
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| Too mental with intuition
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| Typographical aptitude let my lasers clap at you
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| Mapped the route, psychologically crappin out, what you laughing
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| 'bout?
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| Imitations, getting penetrated in 3D simulation
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| In my emcee training class remain in mass
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| Never get liquidated convert energy
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| Into matter instantly with a pen and pad
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| Calculate the centigrade, heat the center of gravity
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| Abolish apathy graphically packing 380's
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| With body heat sensitive bullets you need safety
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| Vest on your face and neck
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| Mental armory levitate legs for my monarchy
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| No malarkey my flows embarking
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| Psionically sparking brain cells 'til they’re sparkling
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| No one knows the time, pass me by
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| No one knows the time, pass me by
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| I remake my universe every time I use a verse
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| To fulfill my destiny, emcees rest in peace
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| Side barriers provide care within
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| From impurities every word will seize your attention like third degree
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| I subjugate you other fake performers while the bass of your face
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| No sentient being attempts fleein'
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| Emcees siphon my likeness
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| Biting my insights like five enchiladas
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| This plane of existence is amazingly different
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| From my orbital oratory always going for the glory
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| You pop wide open from my sly slogans
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| I stay in effect with alien tech
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| Make you wanna say he’s the best
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| With synchronization with commendation
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| It’s armor plated hard to fake it
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| Never carbonated, scar your matrix
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| Virtually uncertainty, murk your mediocre sheets and sofa
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| With my style of energy, Del assembling
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| A realm where anything, is possible
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| NASA scientists can’t define this
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| Mechanical mind set diamond alignment
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| No one knows the time, pass me by
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| No one knows the time, pass me by
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| Mathematical astro-grapple a flow, pterodactyl
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| Very factual crash course, last resort, cast me off
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| At last we warp
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| To my own world, my own neurological cubbyhole
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| Open the air shaft I’ll be there fast
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| With spare raps to tear back their mass
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| Deltron experimental critical literal
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| Professor test the pitiful
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| Micronautalyst interchangeable
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| All of this gamma grammar far from Bamma'
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| Got mind control bandannas
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| To control your clan with scanners
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| Brand the planet like a band of bandits
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| Who man the cannons and guns with random
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| Subatomic, love of logic, bug with phonics
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| Tub of chronic low in bridle with controlling ciphers
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| Unraveling rhyme, in traveling time
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| Alien life form mail in a pipe bomb
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| Deltoid life long I write songs
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| Monarch absolute, serve a glass of proof
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| When I vanish leave my spirit in a planet
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| On top of the surface my words and wit emerging
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| No one knows the time, pass me by
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| No one knows the time, pass me by |