Yo its three thousand thirty
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I want y'all to meet Deltron Zero, hero, not no small feat
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It's all heat in this day and age
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I rage your grave, anything it takes to save the day
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Neuromancer, perfect blend of technology and magic
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Use my rappin so you all could see the hazards
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Plus entertainment where many are brainless
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We cultivated the lost art of study and I brought a buddy
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Automator harder slayer fascinating combinations
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Cyber warlords are activating abominations
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Arm a nation with hatred we ain't with that
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We high-tech archeologists searching for nicknacks
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Composing musical stimpacks that impacts the song
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Crack the motor what you think you rappin for?
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I used to be a mech soldier but I didn't respect orders
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I had to step forward, tell them this ain't for us
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Living in a post-apocalyptic world morbid and horrid
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The secrets of the past they hoarded
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Now we just boarded on a futuristic spacecraft
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No mistakes black it's our music we must take back
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Yo it's three thousand thirty
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I want y'all to meet Deltron Zero, and Automator
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Yo it's three thousand thirty
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I want y'all to meet Deltron Zero, and Automator
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Yo it's three thousand thirty
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I want y'all to meet Deltron Zero, and Automator
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Del I'm feeling like a ghost in a shell
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I wrote this in jail playing host to a cell
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For the pure verbal, they said my sentence was equivalent to murder
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Kust another hurdle, I bounced through a portal
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I knew they had the mindstate of mere mortals
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My ears morphed to receptors to catch ya
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Every word about gravity control
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and the families they hold for handsome ransoms
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On the run with a handgun, blast bioforms; I am warned
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that a planet-wise manhunt with cannons
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will make me, abandon, my foolish plan of uprisin
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Fuck dyin, I hijack a mech
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Controllin with my magical chance so battle advance
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through centuries of hip-hop legacy, megaspeed
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Hyperwarp to Automator's crib and light the torch
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They can't fight the force
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Victory is ours once we strike the source
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Enterprisin wise men look to the horizon
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Thinkin more capitalism is the wisdom
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and imprison, all citizens empowered with rhythm
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We keep the funk alive by talking with idioms
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Yo it's three thousand thirty
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I want y'all to meet Deltron Zero, and Automator
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Yo it's three thousand thirty
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I want y'all to meet Deltron Zero, and Automator
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Yo it's three thousand thirty
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I want y'all to meet Deltron Zero, and Automator
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Isn't eternal evil concerned with thievery
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Medieval prehistoric rhetoric well we ahead of that
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Lay it down with soundwaves that pound pavement
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Original minstrals my central processing unit
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is in tune with my heart for this art
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Not artificial cause that makes it hard to miss you
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Copycats finish last in the human race
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Staying glued to safes too prude to take a buddha break
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We got espers that let us bless with fresh shit
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Undetected by yes men questing for five fleeting nanoseconds of fame
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Protecting the brain from conspiracies against my cosmos
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While I float to Neo-Tokyo with Opio
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or discuss combusitible rust clusters with Plus
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Evade cyber police in a computer crib confuse the kids
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but I can make a kickin rhymes thats sacred
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Telepathic mind that takes its greatness from the Matrix
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Esper rhyme professor rushes in ultra pressures
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with correction measures
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Why half the world's a desert
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Cannibals eat human brains for dessert
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Buried under deep dirt, mobility innert
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I insert these codes for the cataclysm
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Ever since I had the vision use my magnetism
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In this modern metropolis they tries to lock us up
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Under preposterous laws thats not for us
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Yo it's three thousand thirty
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I want y'all to meet Deltron Zero, and Automator
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Yo it's three thousand thirty
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I want y'all to meet Deltron Zero, and Automator
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Yo it's three thousand thirty
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I want y'all to meet Deltron Zero, and Automator
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Deltron 3030
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Del The Funky Homosapien |