LYRICS:
Yo
This is Deltron
The name of this joint is
"The Melding of Minds"
Dig it...

Deltron Osiris [bad word] the underworld
all mentally dead, arrise and confer
Now y'all gonna have to leave the room
cause i'm caustic, ya might get your ego [bad word] This ain't a sequel, it's season two
Won't be broadcasted on the evening news
Y'all won't believe the view
it's subdued
People with no way to go, nothin' to do
I [bad word] the moon 
with lunar power afloat it's so fluid
When and ever
cause I win in effort 
forever
that's bigger and better
beyond measure
Undergo my process of understanding
Assimulating, absorbing knowledge as the hand swings
Clockwise eyes that I engage for the purpose of 
aquiring skill, while the situation worsens

"No casual contact, so [bad word] the
format. Crowd [bad word] when I [bad word] this beat flat..."
Consider this a melding of the minds
a secret message transmission to all kind
"And the scene gets raw when they see this 
Apocalyptic pyre eclipse..."
Hear with the third eye receptor
Make the effort, cause we taking drastic measures

Cleverly disguised as rap format, 
but actually a weapon against psychic attack
And to be aware of cognitive
preference, so learning stress
is lessened
to not even the question.
Got any suggestions?
Let's hear it now
before i take this rocket launcher to this building 
and clear it out
Jeah we're in town,
no need to fear
unless you're greedy [bad word] in a weird 
place where you can't understand
that one man can't possibly
have everything the eye can see.
What happened is the future generations, 
meaning right now, gotta pay reparations 
and we taking extra helpings cause we felt it.
Skullcaps get melted 
with radiation belts in the atmosphere.
Use the stimuli to give 'em my
personal [bad word] you
Duck, before I buck you

"No casual contact, so [bad word] the format. 
Crowd get hushed when I [bad word] this beat flat"
Consider this a melding of the minds
a secret message transmission to all kind
"And the scene gets raw when they see this 
Apocalyptic pyre eclipse..."
Hear with the
third eye receptor
Make the effort, 
cause we taking drastic measures

with needles and threads, 
trying to sew him back
after his neck explodes, 
fade to black
Deltron Osiris, he made it back
to the underground Matrix,
a maze for the haters
place where danger's 
seldom brought in
If so, 
we got fire [bad word] the talkin'
Chalk it
Mutants and random zombies
looking for crack nuggets
That's disgusting
Poonanny pushers talkin' about
"Find me in the bushes..."
I'll find you, with a fine for looking 
in my direction
my eye detects it 
like a private eye detective
with lie deception
My kind of method for extracting info?
Clappin' if they happen to keep they lips closed. 
Unload barrels like oil spills 
avoid real people who live on the upper [bad word] It wasn't us.

"No casual contact, so [bad word] the format. 
Crowd [bad word] when I [bad word] this beat flat"
Consider this a melding of the minds
a secret message transmission to all kind
"And the scene gets raw when they see this 
Apocolyptic pyre eclipse"
How can money be spent 
in a land where money holds no value?
Count your cents.

The government fakes aid to invade they enemies
take they energy and enslave they families.
Now the planet reverted to cave man mentality
may trade your child for somethin' to eat 
and a six pack
"Yo bro, wher'd ya get that?
Yo I'll trade ya for this troll.
You can work 'em till he get old
and then sell him in the food farm 
where they harvest the elderly for hamburger..."
And