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