O'hene Savant - O.H.E.N.E = MC^2 (PCmix) lyrics

I'm a lyrical scientist in a musical lab Trying to etch out hieroglyphs and usual math Beautiful dag, how you think a dude could do that And teach a cla** on allometrical units of rap? Lyrics be rare like flamingoes, understand me yo When O came Kane became a cameo You feelin' it word, illiterate turd, my rhythm exerts[?] Come with monosyllabic words Watch me anagrammatize just as quick as you blank What if I told you that Krishna's a shrink That the eyes they see and if you be silent and listen Evil's agent is what an evangelist is I could flow more bars 'til astronomers see no more stars 'til folks know you get bad credit from debit card Whatever dawg, you nut mutts is never hard I'm here and with good hearing I'm still def as y'all Hen gets rowdy like Christians with Saudis Entirely hip-hop's Philip Emeagwali, cats Highly admire me and simply fear Some despise and in their eyes the envy's clear But I swear not to be scared of an emcee here That's ‘cause O-H-E-N-E equals M-C squared Therefore I can stomp you impromptu Then fly to Istanbul impromptu in time to Script lyrics in Arabic from Yoshua's heritage And y'all say I'm arrogant, you guys are some heretics Your theories are wrong You wanna blow up until your boxers are nearly a thong You're merely a pawn Murdering people daily with poems But that's ‘cause they're rarely informed I'm heavily armed with the phonetics and letters That's embedded in my genetics, poetics give headaches To people who didn't get it, that's cool Don't feel like a fool, you have to have read it Even if I said it my lyrics look better in hysterics I not only suggest you learn my slang I suggest the rap community preserve my brain I put speech in an octave reaching your optics Even a sky's if I speak from a co*kpit They say you guys is sick, well I do not exist Like a cat who spits per beat more syllables than six I told you I'm the scientist of diss, in my league My only two colleagues are Canibus and Kris Disyllables, trisyllables, my syllables, God's syllables Y'all silly fools Who you know came with the rappora[?] Those who scripted a Tora, straight verbal explorer And before a chorus, leak words like a thesaurus Endure with some carefully calculated sazoras[?] It's no wonder people avoid us And the evil abhor us, but even the evilest seem to adore us RAHM Nation if ya don't know, Dynasty 3 if ya don't know