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Calling Apollo 9, calling Apollo 9 What is your condition, over Calling NASA, calling NASA This is Apollo 9, condition green We've landed on Mars, and all systems are go Yo, it's three thousand thirty I want y'all to meet Deltron Zero, hero, not no small feat It's all heat in this day and age I'll raid your grave, anything it takes to save the day Neuromancer, perfect blend of technology and magic Use my rapping so you all can see the hazards Plus entertainment where many are brainless We cultivated a lost art of study and I brought a buddy Automator, harder slayer, fascinating combinations Cyber warlords are aggravating abominations Arm a nation with hatred? We ain't with that We high-tech archaeologists searching for knick-knacks Composing musical stimpacks that impacts the soul Crack the mold of what you think you rapping 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 hoarded Now we just boarded on our futuristic spacecraft No mistakes, black as our music we must take back Yo, it's three thousand thirty I want y'all to meet Deltron Zero and Automator Yo, it's three thousand thirty I want y'all 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 sentence 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 that catch your Every word about gravity control And the families they hold for handsome ransoms On the run with a handgun, blast bioforms, I am warned That a planet-wide manhunt with cannons Will make me, abandon, my foolish plan of uprisin' Fuck dyin, I hijack a mech Control it with my magical chants, so battle advanced Through centuries of 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 Enterprisin' wise men look to the horizon Thinkin' more capitalism is the wisdom And imprison, all citizens empowered with rhythm We keep the funk alive by talking with idioms Yo, it's three thousand thirty I want y'all to meet Deltron Zero and Automator Yo, it's three thousand thirty I want y'all to meet Deltron Zero and Automator Yo, it's three thousand thirty I want y'all to meet Deltron Zero and Automator It's an eternal evil concerned with thievery Medieval prehistoric rhetoric, well, we ahead of that Lay it down with sound waves that pound pavement Original minstrels my central processing unit Is in tune with my heart for this art Not artificial cause that makes it hard to miss you Copycats finish last in the human race Staying glued to safes too prude to take a buddha break 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 flow to Neo-Tokyo with Opio Or discuss combustible rust clusters with Plus Evade cyber police in a computer crib confuse the kids But I can make a kickin' rhyme that's sacred Telepathic mind that takes his greatness from the Matrix Esper rhyme professor rushes on colder pressures With correction measures While half the world's a desert Cannibals eat human brains for dessert Buried under deep dirt, mobility inert I insert these codes for the cataclysm Ever since I had the vision use my magnetism In this modern metropolis that tries to lock us up Under preposterous laws, it's not for us Yo, it's three thousand thirty I want y'all to meet Deltron Zero and Automator Yo, it's three thousand thirty I want y'all to meet Deltron Zero and Automator Yo, it's three thousand thirty I want y'all to meet Deltron Zero and Automator