Songtext 303 Deltron 3030

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Yo its three thousand thirty, I want yall to meet deltron zero, hero, not no small feat its all heat in this day and age, i rage your grave, anything it takes to save the day nueromancer, perfect blend of technology and magic use my rappin so you all could see the hazards plus entertainment where many are brainless we cultivated the lost art of study and i brought a buddy automator harder slayer fascinating combinations cyber warlords are activating abominations arm a nation with hatred we ain't with that we high-tech archeologists searching for nicknacks composing musical [stimpacks?] that impacts the song crack the motor what you think you rappin for? I used to be a mech soldier but I didn't respect orders I had to step forward, tell them this ain't for us living in a post-apocalyptic world morbid and horrid the secrets of the past they horded now we just borded on a futuristic spacecraft no mistakes black its our music we must take back yo its three thousand thirty, I want yall to meet deltron zero, and automator yo its three thousand thirty, I want yall to meet deltron zero, and automator yo its three thousand thirty, I want yall to meet deltron zero, and automator del i'm feeling like a ghost in a shell i wrote this in jail playing host to a cell for the pure verbal, they said my sentance was equivalent to murder just another hurdle, i bounced through a portal i knew they had the mindstate of mere mortals my ears morphed to receptors to catch ya every word about gravity control and the families they hold for handsome ransoms on the run with a handgun blast bioforms, I am more than a planetwide manhunt with cannons will make me abondon my foolish plan of uprising fuck dying I hijack a mech controlling with my magical chance so battle advance through centuries a hip hop legacy, megaspeed hyperwarp to automator's crib and light the torch they can't fight the force, victory is ours once we strike the source enterprising wise men look to the horizon thinking more capitalism is the wisdom and in prison all citizens in power with rythm we keep the funk alive by talking with idioms yo its three thousand thirty, I want yall to meet deltron zero, and automator yo its three thousand thirty, I want yall to meet deltron zero, and automator yo its three thousand thirty, I want yall to meet deltron zero, and automator isn't eternal evil concerned with thievery medieval prehistoric rhetoric well we ahead of that lay it down with soundwaves that pound pavement original menstrals my central processing unit is in tune with my heart for this art not artificial cuz that makes it hard to miss you copy cats finish last in the human race staying glued to safes to prude to take a buddah brak we got [espers] that let us bless with fresh shit undetected by yes men questing for five fleeting nanoseconds of fame protecting the brain from conspiracies against my cosmos while i float to neo-tokyo with opio or discuss combusitible rust clusters with plus evade cyber police in a computer crib confuse the kids but I can make a kickin rhymes thats sacred telepathic mind that takes its greatness from the matrix [esper] rhyme professor rushes in ultra pressures with correction measures why half the worlds a desert canibals eat human brains for dessert buried under deap dirt, mobility innert i insert these codes for the cataclysm ever since I had the vision use my magnitism in this modern metropolis they tries to lock us up under preposterous laws thats not for us yo its three thousand thirty, I want yall to meet deltron zero, and automator yo its three thousand thirty, I want yall to meet deltron zero, and automator yo its three thousand thirty, I want yall to meet deltron zero, and automator