Trash Talk
Oh, yeah!
Damn, this is smooth.
Yo, a lot of people been askin' what the Hawkman's all about, this one's for you.
Verse 1
"E" stands for energy, yo that's me,
I'm a brilliant scientist and a dope MC.
Before you step to me I'd think twice G,
I'm the Lord of Chaos, King of Entropy.
You down with it? I motherf**in' hope so,
'cause if you're not, I got a motherf**in' rope yo!
I'll string you up, from a big-a** tree,
with a sign round your neck that says, "Wack MC".
There ain't another motherf**er hard like me,
I'm a universal constant, I'm a singularity.
Got Doomsday at my back with fat-a** tracks,
he pumps funk in the cracks and cuts wax with an axe.
So listen up b**h, 'cause there may be a test,
my style is smooth, but it's hard to digest.
My science is tight, rhymes faster than light,
like a ton of TNT I'm about to ignite.
Chorus
E=mc,
E=mc Hawking!
Verse 2
I explode like a bomb, no one is spared,
my power is my ma** times the speed of light squared.
Hoes on my tip, 15 bullets in my clip,
my hand rests heavy on my pistol grip.
Doomsday cuts it up like a Shaolin monk,
pumping the funk in your junk-trunk punk.
There's no escaping here, I'm gonna beat you out of shape,
like a f**ing black hole even light can't escape.
Got the mind to bust a rhyme to make your brain bleed,
other rappers talk sh**, but they gotta concede,
that I'm a 3 sandwich eatin', super-model meetin',
step to me punk and you're gonna get a beatin'.
So listen up b**h, 'cause there may be a test,
my style is smooth, but it's hard to digest.
My science is tight, rhymes faster than light,
like a ton of TNT I'm about to ignite.
Chorus
Trash Talk
Break down!
Ah yeah, that's right, E=mc Hawking motherf**ers!
God damn, that was some stanky-a** funk.
Somebody open a motherf**in' window.
Yo Doomsday, take us out.