| Zooma zoom zoom zoom…
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| Yeah
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| I know you need a little background clear though
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| About your boy Deltron Zero, your hero
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| In three thousand thirty
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| We ain’t in the clear though
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| We was near toast, doing too much, who to trust
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| In a land so scandalous and grand?
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| Even the President got his hand in the contraband
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| They done control the band of information
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| Leading to education to a brainwaves pulsatin'
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| They said «Fuck the Environment!»
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| For so long the environment said «Fuck y’all»
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| Ok, now we in a cobra clutch
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| Once the planet fold up, and blow up
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| You know what?
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| Mother Nature must’ve saved us cause look
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| We still stayed here
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| But much was lost
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| We lost touch with the source
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| To get back, there was a hero
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| Jet black
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| Who was kin to the previous champion
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| In three thousand thirty, but now it’s four thousand ten
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| From the ashes I arise with
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| The new style, This Deltron Osiris
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| If you can buy this, let’s go along
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| And see how we go so far, the road is gone
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| Osiris, I’m here in the afterlife
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| In the future where brothers will have to fight…
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| Everybody, call it a scramble
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| Full scale chaos, reckless abandon
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| Cats will sell they, hand for a handgun
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| Follow your commander, though you can’t stand him
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| No plannin', wild and dangerous
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| Anger just permeate, so we learn to take
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| Hostility with a grain of salt
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| And step out the way, cause it ain’t our fault
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| Bank vaults blown to smithereens
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| Whatever’s left is left for the fiends
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| But you’d better not mess with the team
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| Deltron and Dan, we melt foes to ash
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| There in a flash, and not in the pan
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| It’s all in the plan in a lawless land
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| Just so y’all can understand
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| I got a legacy to chase, live up the fam
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| For the power
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| Now you’re been devoured
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| By sound waves
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| Frequency with a deeperly
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| Creep with me, as I bail through the hood
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| With unsavory types, most likely no good
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| In the eyes of society’s visor
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| Even though their enterprises are the crisis
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| They license been revoked
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| By the average trench coat
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| Pulling out so you get smoked
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| Blahhh
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| Like hickory sausage
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| Victory? |
| Come on, it’s far from flawless
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| They ain’t God, but their ways is pompous
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| Thinking they can stomp us with troops and contras
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| But just let loose a stupid
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| Monster, unable to be contained
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| It’s too late, they launched it
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| With no promotion
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| So now we revolt
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| And insult they sultan
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| With explosive voltage
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| Kaboooom!!!
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| Guess that must spell doom
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| You… wish to defeat me?
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| Me, with your feeble mind?!?
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| Huh. |
| I see you high
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| Fuckin' with me, Deltron Osiris
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| Fam put me on
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| We gonna live long, that’s what it is
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| Now, next meeting is
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| Underground in the West Matrix
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| Underneath the Statue of Liberty’s remains
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| Now shhh…
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| I’m gonna scramble the
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| Frequency being transmitted over the
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| Pirate communications matrix
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| Because there was word that the rebel
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| Trolls from the new sector have
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| Secured nodes within the matrix…
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| Shhh… Don’t say nothin'
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| We gonna creep up on 'em tonight, OK… |