29 rhymes couldn't match mine
if they were phosphorous times nine
I'm the hard to find mind
the kind that could defeat Einstein
in his prime, An MC squared
mathematically multiplyin myself
dividin emcees into two parts of their self
decapitatin lyrical misfits
who can't spit and talk too much bullshit
I'll hit you like a pop quiz
now watch this
how I redefine the science of radio astronomy
and have nobel prize winners question their notions of reality
I'm sittin above gravity
sinkin battleships with satellite strategy
I'm the planetary battery usin the sun as an artery to my armory
spittin gama-rays at galaxies
bringing truth to hip-hop fallacies