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