Lyrics
Calling Apollo Nine, calling Apollo Nine, what is your condition? Over
Calling NASA, calling NASA, this is Apollo Nine
Condition read: we've landed on Mars, and all is...
Yo, it's 3030
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 it's our music we must take back
Yo, it's 3030
I want y'all to meet Deltron Zero, and Automator
Yo, it's 3030
I want y'all to meet Deltron Zero, and Automator
Yo, it's 3030
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