{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 goYo, 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 backYo, 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 AutomatorDel,

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 idiomsYo, 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 AutomatorIt’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 got so much trouble on my mind
I refuse to lose
Here’s your ticket
Hear the drummer get wicked
The crew to you to push the Back-to-Black
Attack, so I sat and japped
Then slapped the Mac {Intosh}
Now I’m ready to mike it
(You know I like it) huh
Hear my favoritism roll “Oh”
Never be a brother like me to go solo
Lazer, Anastasia, ‘maze ya
Ways to blaze your brain and train ya
The way I’m livin’, forgiven’
What I’m givin’ up
X on the flex hit me now
I don’t know about later
As for now I know how to avoid the paranoid
Man I’ve had it up to here
Gear I wear got ’em goin’ in fear
Rhetoric said
Read just a bit ago
Not quittin’ though
Signed the hard rhymer
Work to keep from gettin’ jerked
Changin’ some ways
To way back in the better days
Raw, metaphysically bold
Never followed a code
Still dropped a load
Never question what I am God knows
Cause it’s comin’ from the heart
What I got better get some
(Get on up) hustler of culture
Snakebitten
Been spit in the face
But the rhymes keep fittin’
Respects been givin’ how’s ya livin’
Now I can’t protect a pad off defect
Check the record
An reckon an intentional wreck
Played off as some intellect
Made the call, took the fall
Broke the laws
Not my fault they’re fallin’ off
Known as fair square
Throughout my years
So I growl at the livin’ foul
Black to the bone my home is your home
So welcome to the Terrordome
Subordinate terror
Kickin’ off an era
Cold deliverin’ pain
My 98 was 87 on a record yo
So now I go Bronco

Crucifixion ain’t no fiction
So called chosen frozen
Apology made to who ever pleases
Still they got me like Jesus
I rather sing, bring, think, reminisce
‘Bout a brother while I’m in sync
Every brother ain’t a brother cause a color
Just as well could be undercover
Backstabbed, grabbed a flag
From the back of the lab
Told a Rab get off the rag
Sad to say I got sold down the river
Still some quiver when I deliver
Never to say I never know or had a clue
Word was heard, plus hard on the boulevard
Lies, scandalizin’, basin’
Traits of hate who’s celebratin’ wit satan?
I rope a dope the evil with righteous
Bobbin’ and weavin’ and let the good get even
C’mon down
And welcome to the Terrordome.
Caught in the race against time
The pit and the pendulum
Check the rhythm and rhymes
While I’m bendin’ ’em
Snakes blowin’ up the lines of design
Tryin’ to blind the science I’m sendin’ ’em
How to fight the power
Cannot run and hide
But it shouldn’t be suicide
In a game a fool without the rules
Got a hell of a nerve to just criticize
Every brother ain’t a brother
Cause a Black hand
Squeezed on Malcom X the man
The shootin’ of Huey Newton
From a hand of a Nig who pulled the trig

It’s weak to speak and blame somebody else
When you destroy yourself
First nothing’s worse than a mother’s pain
Of a son slain in Bensonhurst
Can’t wait for the state to decide the fate
So this jam I dedicate
Places with racist faces
Just an example of one of many cases
The Greek weekend speech I speak
From a lesson learned in Virginia (Beach)
I don’t smile in the line of fire
I go wildin’
But it’s on bass and drums even violins
Watcha do gitcha head ready
Instead of gettin’ physically sweaty
When I get mad
I put it down on a pad
Give ya somethin’ that cha never had controllin’
Fear of high rollin’
God bless your soul and keep livin’
Never allowed, kickin’ it loud
Droppin’ a bomb
Brain game, intellectual Vietnam
Move as a team
Never move alone
But Welcome to the Terrordome

Her name is Noelle
I have a dream about her
She rings my bell
I got gym class in half an hour
Oh, how she rocks
In Keds and tube socks
But she doesn’t know who I am
And she doesn’t give a damn about me

‘Cause I’m just a teenage dirtbag, baby
Yeah, I’m just a teenage dirtbag, baby
Listen to Iron Maiden maybe with me

Her boyfriend’s a dick
And he brings a gun to school
And he’d simply kick
My ass if he knew the truth
He lives on my block
And he drives an IROC
But he doesn’t know who I am
And he doesn’t give a damn about me

‘Cause I’m just a teenage dirtbag, baby
Yeah, I’m just a teenage dirtbag, baby
Listen to Iron Maiden maybe with me

Oh, yeah, dirtbag, no, she doesn’t know what she’s missin’

Man, I feel like mold
It’s prom night and I am lonely
Lo and behold
She’s walking over to me
This must be fake
My lip starts to shake
How does she know who I am?
And why does she give a damn about me

“I’ve got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby
Come with me Friday, don’t say ‘maybe’
I’m just a teenage dirtbag, baby, like you”

Oh, yeah, dirtbag, no, she doesn’t know what she’s missin’

{When there’s nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire}

God, that was strange to see you again
Introduced by a friend of a friend
Smiled and said, “Yes, I think we’ve met before”
In that instant, it started to pour

Captured a taxi despite all the rain
We drove in silence across Pont Champlain
And all of that time you thought I was sad
I was trying to remember your name

This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin
Tried to reach deep but you couldn’t get in
Now you’re outside me, you see all the beauty
Repent all your sin

It’s nothing but time and a face that you’ll lose
I chose to feel it and you couldn’t choose
I’ll write you a postcard, I’ll send you the news
From the house down the road, from real love

Live through this and you won’t look back

There’s one thing I want to say so I’ll be brave
You were what I wanted, I gave what I gave
I’m not sorry I met you
I’m not sorry it’s over
I’m not sorry there’s nothing to save