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