| Transmutation, brand new statements
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| I’ll have you gapin, open
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| Check it out y’all
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| Now let’s see -- Deltron Z Art avenger, let’s start the adventure
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| Hit ya with nerve gas, absurd blasts
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| Crashin space craft, I’m bio-enhanced
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| Hiero advanced series, monstrous evolution
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| Headed, tooth and nail, scoop the trail
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| Super-sleuth, a new race
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| Mad creator, savage nature
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| World Wide Web, the ebb and flow
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| Light years from watchful eyes while my thoughts
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| provide
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| Objective,? |
| pompous prophecies
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| Underground societies are?
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| Asteroid surfing, castor-oil burping
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| The darkest side of humanity animated
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| The grand awakening, plan to take it in
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| I demand your patronage, mobilize my battletanks
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| With clusters small, empty?
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| Many MCs cruise low earth orbit
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| Easier for me to use my search?
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| Drift by a star, absorb it, and? |
| it Leave tourists pourous, my galaxy’s gorgeous
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| Quantum jump-- I’m right at your doorstep
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| Positive contact
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| (wait a minute)
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| Positive contact
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| (I know perfectly well what it is you’re talking
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| about)
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| Positive contact
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| (wait a minute)
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| Positive contact
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| (even if the record skips, I still rip)
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| Now I catch more wreck with fast ignition
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| My last decision, pulse amplification
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| Terror with napalm, I want y’all to stay calm
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| Alien annihilation, I stay armed to the grill piece
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| and kill beef
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| 20 percent matter, 30 percent is energy
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| Assimilating to become a living being
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| Evaporative radiation fades your station
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| I get high as aviation
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| Positive contact
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| (wait a minute)
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| Positive contact
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| (reactors on)
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| Positive contact
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| (wait a minute)
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| Positive contact
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| (even if the record skips, I still rip)
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| I rise like helium, you’re falling rapidly
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| Trapped in apathy, while I track your speed
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| I’m what you call a legend, dominance with armageddon
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| Gives me a warm reception
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| Verbal war with weapons, installation
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| Blowin the star dust, distance twelve parsecs
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| Enthuse your phalanx with my literary talents
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| Just a bit of balance, rip the silence
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| in space, all-star systems are our victims
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| Atomics, anonymous with ominous
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| implications of information,
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| or information, and entertainment
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| Cyber-tech dialect, you gotta earn my respect
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| I’m like grammar or to amateurs, hit em with a cannonball
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| And in all this confusion, the fusion of music and
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| mind
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| precipitates translucent illusions
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| Search the ruins with Automator
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| Hit the walls with a carbonator
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| Hit-or-missiles, just regenerate
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| The sonic soldiers allow us to demonstrate
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| Emergency dispatch, skyscrapers rip back
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| >From the impact, their flow is mismatched
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| My style’s protected by heat shields and ceramics
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| Don’t panic, I landed on planet Mercury
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| Gave it atmosphere, set up my headquarters
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| I’ll never get captured here
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| Rap your tear? |
| clap your ear? |
| with Solesonic
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| Mantronic phonics
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| Turn your brain to an omelette
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| I’ll hold a comet in bondage, with my dominance
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| Take a space shuttle to escape trouble
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| Bounce through the Milky Way
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| Not many MCs feel this way
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| Positive contact
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| (wait a minute)
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| Positive contact
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| (yeah yeah, what is it now)
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| Positive contact
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| (wait a minute)
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| Positive contact
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| (even if the record skips, I still rip) |