MHz - Rocket Science lyrics

Anyone hear that truck out there? [Verse One] [Copywrite] It's due to me you s** Mr. Write made you the fan you are I've seen tighter wrappers on a candy bar I'm too nice to get ripped f** what you said Turn crack four pieces of sh** between two slices of Wonder Bread And from what I understand you think I'm God That's sorta true I ain't expensive on those who can't afford to lose We pull cards of pathetic squads Americans Express themselves and get charged for credit fraud Plus the rhymes properly read Once explained, my dick's the other white meat Your m**m mom offered me head But I rejected The who*e ain't worth my time or s**m While you write rhymes the same night to learn I got rhymes to burn and rhymes that's def/deaf That force me to rock mic's in sign language I'm fly and it's due to my dynamics MC's I never panic, ran it from the planet Man you couldn't shoot the gift, if you was Santa with the cannon I'm on this Earth to diss crews, on plot I'm vet Rhymin' since birth just proves you haven't caught on yet Hell's like Tetris See to it you fit Want to teach you to quit You precious pieces of sh** You'll be rhymin' to people with wits And stop whining and preachin' to kids Complete the sun and freak an eclipse What I drop exceeds a ton What I engineered, you engine needs to run So for you to postpone only my roast, holmes would greatly benefit you And if I offend you, f** you I intend to Copywrite extends to Saturn and back twice For those that lack patterns with wack rhymes I smash atoms and battle real cliques to collapse mics I'll pummel anyone who brings it f** R&B and anyone who sings it [Vocal sample] Broadcast on September 13th. Track one Broadcast on September 12th. Track two [Verse Two] [Jakki The Motomouth] The microphone I'm stingy with it You'll need a legion of angels with vice grips to pick you with it If you wanted the heavyweight, makes a cipher pay the cost And any n***a under a thousand pounds is gettin' tossed Believe what you wanna believe From the Bible to astrology But when I step into the cipher, rappers start practicin' ideology Immune to humans with a low percentage to come about with this Some come at with mathematics I'll hit that a** with advanced calculus I bring my math to the rappin' cla** You wanna battle? Bring a bazooka, Bible, four leaf clover and church just to back your a** Pull out your can of a** whuppings I'll pull out my jar of "Whup A Can's Ass" You tried to give an a** whuppin' but couldn't None of y'all n***as are tight on the mic device with lame minds I'll blow you out with the same line with the same rhyme at the same time You could be Einstein to the ninth power, I'm still checkin' your chin I'll take you out Even if my IQ was negative 10 Correctin' you in You wish you a challenge, up in this mind bout Just to be fair I'm gonna let you get your first fifty rhymes out I hold the mic Ruin your prototype when Moto strikes Throw the likes of motherf**ers who think they own the right to bite Who think they better than this? Holdin' raps in like a fart Kid let 'er rip I got a brain in my a** Of course I'm droppin' the clever sh** Let us spit poison ivy Your weak lines never get by me My verses are super dope Marvel drug dealers can't prescribe me Go ask your mom to sign your permission slip to get your a** kicked You sound like the ba*tard of a f*ggot who f**ed a trash b**h Your rhymes sippin' on punch lines But my threats will drop your a** The only punch lines I'm droppin' coward are the lines that sock your a** I can blast that weak, fake a** freestyle of yours with minor contact Only time your a** got freestyles is when I'm givin' you my rap For you to deal with Moto soldier means You better summon a universe to deal with one phrase I disperse into your spleen Hurt your dreams Jerk, you seen I've been fly An acid enzyme Digest a verse of mine I'll be forced to eat you from the inside