Gee-Eye-Zee - 3rd Bar Invention lyrics

Verse 1: I can write forward or backwards and switch my hands which Means that my elasticity is as advanced as Ella Fitzgerald, it's feral[?] it's real[?] Take six zero[?] years for you to even get there'll Take eighty-four maybe more centuries eventually begin to see Why professors'll mention me Had it not been for me and my aesthetic tendencies Then emcees wouldn't have been emcees, they'd be industry Over symphonies I talk with clauses so awkward Harvard scholars is all astonished My bars is to most a drainer of glucose Of too close a few notes will erode your front two lobes I can quote Thoreau, how much you know? I've already discovered five elements of Pluto Under H2O, I can do over two flows You folks be acting like a chump when it's too cold True idiots laugh at Euclidean math And ask why is it that we rarely cross paths Y'all funny, y'all dummies do not study So you can't take nothing from me or say nothing to me Refrain: I'm as spectacular, miraculous, after it is that as it gather the accolades Clapping this rapping this magic in fact it is cla**ic as cla**ic can get, after this track It is grabbing these cats and imagine a rap that is accurate unlike half of the crap And, the culture excelling the portraits I tell ‘em it's over we sell ‘em we belling rebelling we yelling Tell! Verse 2: Another psychic called my palm and read my mind He'd find more poetry than Shakespeare knew in his time I'm the architect of the Pyramids A lyricist so deep I'm at the bottom of the sea near the squids There I flow all day and go all day The opposite, I can hit ships with sonar rays Speech is so lovely, that the streets would just love me Bathe me in some honey, bet a bee wouldn't touch me I'm ugly, like a troll with his face bashed up Mad tough, as tough as a Mack truck Allow me to elucidate my music's fate Though measure with pleasure my measures, the future's great I'm Mr. Myth, my spit shifts the abyss Until I got ‘em with this in a bottomless pit Speech is so clever, the eyes that read it will well-up You need to sample Mozart so the beat can measure Most of your bars is basic And I can break it down right now to a minute equation I keep ‘em talking even if they Stephen Hawking Long as I'm breathing, walking and speaking often Refrain: I'm as spectacular, miraculous, after it is that as it gather the accolades Clapping this rapping this magic in fact it is cla**ic as cla**ic can get, after this track It is grabbing these cats and imagine a rap that is accurate unlike half of the crap And, the culture excelling the portraits I tell ‘em it's over we sell ‘em we belling rebelling we yelling Tell! Verse 3: [?] experiments with vowels and consonants Trying to blend Oscar wins[?] from all the continents Let's say hypothetically you could get at me Theoretically none of y'all n*ggas could mess with me I already changed the seniority[?] range So now words speak at the coda[?], the nucleus plane Follow me to the very beginning of etymology An odyssey with underdeveloped terminology I ain't get it yet, I have an eidetic sense My pen attempts to record what I see in my lens With little or no success my notes impress But from what I hear in my head, my flow's a mess I daydream of perfect syntax The day that I can pimp raps devoid of blemishes and lapse My impact on rap is the bridge between spit And the methods of having a range and imminence The ending is the genesis And this is the linguistic benefit of being a lyricist It's gotta be hotter because the piracy bothers me So I'm getting inside of me, now he's safe and he's finally