| O.H.E.N.E. = MC^2 |
I’m a lyrical scientist in a musical lab//
Tyrna etch out hieroglyphs in unusual math//
Beautiful dag, how you think a dude can do that//
And teach a class on all the metrical units of rap//
Lyrics be rare like flamingos, understand me yo//
When O came, came became a cameo//
You feelin’ it word, illiterate turd//
My rhythmic serge comes with monosyllabic words//
Watch me anagramatize just as quick as you think//
What if I told you that Krishna is a shrink//
That the eyes they see, and if you be silent and listen//
Evil’s agent is what an evangelist is//
I can flow more bars, till astronomers see no more stars//
Till folks know you get bad credit from debit card//
Whatever dog, you nut muts is never hard//
I’m here and with good hearing I’m still def as yall//
Hen gets rowdy like Christians with Saudi’s//
Entirely Hip hop’s Philip Emeagwali//
Cats, Highly admire me or simply fear//
Some despise and in their eyes the envy is clear//
But I swear not to be scared of an emcee here//
That’s co’s, O.H.E.N.E is emcee squared// | |
Therefore I can stomp you, impromptu//
Then fly to Istanbul and prompt too//
In time to, script lyrics in Arabic//
From Yoshua’s heritage and yall say I’m arrogant//
You guys some heretics, you theories are wrong//
You wanna blow up until you boxers are nearly a thong//
Merely a pawn, murdering people daily with songs//
But that’s co’s their rarely informed//
I’m heavily armed with the phonetics and letters is embedded in my genetics poetics give headaches to people who didn’t get it//
That’s cool don’t feel like a fool you’d have to have read it//
Even if I said it my lyrics look better in asterisks//
I not only suggest you learn my slang//
I suggest the Hip-hop community preserve my brain//
I put speech in an octave, reaching your optic//
Even the sky as if I speak from a cockpit//
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 this//
In my league my only two colleagues are Canibus and Kris//
Disyllables, trisyllables, my syllables God’s syllables yall silly fools//
Who you know came with the rapport of those who scripted the Torah//
Straight verbal explorer, and before a chorus//
Link words like a thesaurus, endure n’ with some carefully calculated caesuras//
It’s no wonder people avoid us and the evil abhor us, but even the evilest seem to adore us//
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