The Great Conjunction

Watch me put my head down and write a script to this

Scandalous like syphilis, no man could spit as sick as this

Just witness it and tell a friend about the talented Ptolemy

Been dropping knowledge since Ghost was rocking Wallabees

Music is sound and sound is vibration

Vibration is the transfer of energy to different states and

According to string theory the universal foundation

Is quantum filaments and chaos theory, not Creation

Before the Big Bang and after the Big Crunch

Time doesn’t exist and everything that ever was

Lives on as dark matter only to be born again

Full circle, universal mathematics is based on 10

Individual numbers from 0 to 9

10 is just the next level of numerals that combine

To elevate, educate, but never replicate

Add on and iterate until we reach a higher mental state

Half of these rappers are fucking phony as shit

The other half has got it twisted like a Mobius Strip

And I flow and I spit like I’m a Class 5 rapid

And you know that I’m sick and contagious when I’m rabid

And I’m foaming at the mouth on an international flight

A danger to your life when I’m smashing the mic

The passion of Christ couldn’t match my intensity

With subject matter equal to a black hole’s density

I travel through the interstellar medium at light speed

Those that have trouble keeping up with me can bite me

My audio oscillations are infinitely awesome

You get lost in space, trying to keep pace with me is exhausting

And I . . . never slow down to breath

I only get fatigued smoking a pound of weed

And I’ll finish the bottle down to the last swallow

That’s my motto today and it’ll be the same tomorrow

I was destined to rhyme, that’s what my mind was designed for

Constructed my first verse in chalk out on the sidewalk

Slipped into a time warp, now I see everything clearly

Single-handedly proved the existence of string theory

I’m flat broke but my style is mad dope

And I drop so many scientific rhymes you need a lab coat

Fantastic raps that’ll smash your synapses

Relax, you’ve been desensitized to the reaction

You’re now witnessing a rapper’s metamorphosis

Half these tracks are horseshit and I find it so unfortunate

Nobody’s got a conscience, they’re only spitting nonsense

Brain-dead potheads with no focus on content

And to tell you the truth, I ain’t been in the booth

In 10 years but no fear this is a skill I can’t lose

So if you really want to duel I’m accepting all challengers

Kill you with the first verse of the new Mayan calendar

He's a talented musician and he's fighting world religions

That divide the population based on lies and superstition

It defies all intuition how they strive to make conditions

Where 85% are marching blindly in submission

We move in celestial orbits, check the trajectory

And come correctly, cash rules everything except me

Energy can never be created nor destroyed

So everything you put into the world will fill the cosmic void