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Twisted Science
I’ve copywritten tha non-fiction Godly diction I’ve scripted, for eons I’ve moshed with philosophers ‘n’ physicists to conjure thought editions, atomic sonnets, I come up out tha pocket to present them viciously vented with ink pens/ non compos mentis, I’m a genius, me ‘n’ Stephan Hawking is kindred spirits, I been tha nearest to tha center of tha cosmos/ I make broads choke, pause ‘n’ drop my compost down their throat/ goad tha dullest domes to build intellect Killah God prose, you pose no threat, I’m old yo, like Dan Akroyd ‘n’ tha Coneheads, I pack toys ‘n’ I’m a bad boy but fuck Puffy yo, I keep my nose stuffy…
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