| My planet, my homeworld
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| Deltron Zero, plunder any and all — you’re first
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| Time has come to simply start
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| Living again, we have come to damn far
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| Existing only for benefits of other’s like worker bees
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| Until our birth is seized like Hercules
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| I burst and squeeze laser cannons
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| With a team of freelance mercenaries we standing
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| On our personal starship, with entertainment modules
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| Immerses you inside a world that’s all gold
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| Artificial, our ship is hard to hit too
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| Transport vessels we strip down to the nickel
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| Undercover agents with valuable information
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| About our winning aces against embassies and enemies
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| Shards of flying shrapnel destroys any objects closer than detonation
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| Leave em vegetation
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| Baby if you knew the agony
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| If you could see…
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| (rock these new flows, rock these new flows)
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| Now you’re witnessing the quick thinking
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| And dexterity of a sick genius
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| Deltron Zero, you a bit squeamish
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| Cause I’m rumored to brandish turbolasers in a fit of fiendish
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| Military demonstration destroyed in the blast, any trace of information
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| Related to my grand schemes garnishing support from other agents
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| Who can’t take it no more, going apeshit
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| My titanium funk reborn could be created
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| By gaining absolute power over my creations
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| From presentation to demonstration to penetration
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| To your psyche where you can take the reigns and
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| Form your own conclusion I restore your freedom
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| Before the industry made it a commodity you needed to buy back
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| Just a consumable that’s regulated through legislation
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| They make you jump through the Matrix
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| Superior technology wielded by the oddity
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| The loose cannon, the lyrical major prodigy, Deltron probably
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| Who else could melt a docking bay officer to fine fermented ale?
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| The primary source of support for starfighters
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| Sending counter attacks to black out return fire
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| My favourite, the heavy ion cannon
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| Blue-white energy will fry y’all planet
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| But not before I infiltrate your information network
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| Spy operations, relocate the wealth first
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| The projected holograms, were a scam that we recognized from the jump
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| Giving the illusion of some
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| Form of camaraderie, esprit de corps
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| But they needed more, they had to flee or be torched
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| Society disguised and these dream loops
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| Became very difficult to see through, but we knew |