| Had to pick a word one word that describes me
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| What would that word be?
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| I’ll tell you
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| I’m so S.C.I.E.N.T.I.F.I.C
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| He cast a rhyme so asinine
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| I blasted in his anatomical mass in a particle spread to fast to find
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| My words seem to cause internal eczema
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| Every night I dream a different vindictive anathema
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| Master of range in a extra concepts kept on a hanger
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| Your remain up in a catacomb of a subterranean chamber
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| The raps I read carry parasitic flees
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| That burrow beneath the flesh of emcees lay eggs and hatch and rebreed
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| I’m the solar light that illuminates softer than lunar
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| In others words my minds the Sun, the Moon’s the mind of the consumer
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| You’re gossiping you’re incompetent, blueprints are stopping
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| It’s like a theory of the big bang of a posterous hypothesis
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| Rapid words have cased with soft veered verbs in case we missed
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| You see me collects dust like the bible in the home of a atheist
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| The syllable scientist, look what my mind has done
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| The skill of organizing three words just to rhyme with one
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| See you can trace my deep metaphysics back to the late 80s
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| When I speak the moisture I see the high trade Hades
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| My organs are made of brass so it’s nothing to drink gas
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| I throw a flame and asteroid at you and tell you to think fast
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| Thoughts snatched within like a feminine who was snatched from the masculine
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| I’m in ya medicine cabinet injecting headaches into your aspirin
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| If it’s true you gotta lose before you learn how to win
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| Then I pass without taking a class and you taking it again
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| My strenuous creative process, regiments and grind
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| Continuous lines compressed in badder measurements of time
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| I’ll test you on every style once and all in nuances
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| Only the best responses get scholarships to my conscious
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| My university ain’t what you picture it to be
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| Because it takes a whole millennium just to get your degree
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| Your final exam takes place in a parallelogram
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| Where even the meeble fetuses know who the hell I am
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| I’ll imprison you between blindness and sight
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| In between gravity and space and between darkness and light
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| In between non-existence and conception
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| In between death and reincarnation, between real and reflection
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| Elation and depression, breathing and being breathless
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| Between hydrogen and two counts of oxygen with no wetness
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| In between a beast and humanity
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| In between the sane mind and insanity, self-hatred and vanity
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| In between consciousness and dreaming
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| In between the X and Y chromosomes of a futuristic being
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| In between righteousness and sin
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| And a million other dimensions that are impossible for a man to be placed in
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| I’m so S.C.I.E.N.T.I.F.I.C
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| I’m so S.C.I.E.N.T.I.F.I.C |