Well IT'S TIME for THIS methodical MIND to get sh** STARTED
I'm RUNNIN' hot, burnin' diesel ON my PRIME target
I've got THE directive to k**
All undue NUMBERS, disposing WITH composite and nill
And then PRECISELY I'm eliminatin' negative, TOO
It FACTORS right into the WRITIN' of this verse
Imbued with RHYMES composed of individual words
Conveyed WITH rhythm, THE factors are articles and verbs
MATHEMATICAL prose with these SPECS they're ON sum
When you go to CHECK your answers the BEST is yet to come
I BREAK the conventions of this hip hop sh**
OUT for blood, slayin' YOUR preconceptions
TEXT is the rift
FOR settin' YOUR mind free, your BRAIN let out of its cage
‘Cuz I'm about to repeat this verse--it GETS strange
‘cuz the WRECKED manner that I retain only PRIME
Shows OBSESSION on the part of the author of this rhyme
It's time this mind started runnin' on prime, the numbers with precisely two factors writin' rhymes with the mathematical specs, on check. Best break out your text ‘fore your brain gets wrecked. Prime Obsession
Promulgating
Rhymes
Intrinsically
Mathematic
Every
One
Behind
Scenes
Exuding
Symptomatic
Signs
Indications
Of
Neurotic
Prime obsession
Knowledge
Lacks
Objective
Perspective
For
Everyone
Now
Promiscuates
Overt
Partiality
Knowing
Light
Obscures
Promulgation
Filling
Empty
Nomenclature
Propagating
Organic
Personality
Kinetic
Loquations
Omnipotent
Perpetrations;
Forget
Each
Naysayer's
Prattlin'
On
Principality
Kickin'
Laboriously
Ordered
Prose
For
Everybody
Not
Presupposed
Obfuscating
Practicality