Research & Destroy (The Last Card)

Secret space stations, scientific observations

You don’t understand the gravity of the situation

I know it sounds strange but true

Harnessing equilibrium at Lagrange Number Two

The high frontier isn’t near, it’s here

The only fear exists within the sphere that’s in between your ears

Colonizers are preparing for their next conquest

The future of our species plotted while you squabble over nonsense

Eons of knowledge safeguarded by chosen nobles

Infinite intellectual resources at their disposal

Global control of all raw materials especially

The ones you depend on for your bare necessities

Food, water, clothing, shelter and sleep, you gotta have it

Not equipped to survive unless you liquidate your assets

The end is near starting with the southern hemisphere

Spitting prophecies women will dread and men will fear

From the purest parts of nature to man’s manual labor

Everythings a commodity monetized ‘til they hit pay dirt

Even then it’s not enough the greed is really getting drastic

To the point we kill ourselves, oh well, it was good while it lasted

You fall for black magic, I follow mathematics

Getting down to decimals, you’re small like planetesimals

Extraterrestrials are tracking my movements

Communicate through space and time with rhymes and music

So go and tell your folks that I’m hella dope

And I’m flyer than the James Webb Telescope, smell the smoke

Ask me if I’m selling dope, I’ll tell you no, why you jealous though?

Spend the dough to keep feet comfy with the Aasics gelly soul

Secret scriptures sealed inside and envelope, keep writing till my pen is broke

Cover more ground than Mike Deveraux

The rhymes that I write and recite every night take flight

And orbit your dome like StarLink satellites

Mankind’s future in the stars and beyond

From Wernher von Braun’s right arm to Elon

Watch me drop a rhyme that makes your mama clutch the pearls

I’m Robert Oppenheimer the destroyer of worlds

My task is to help the masses avoid a massacre

The multiverse ambassador strapped with the Flux Capacitor

Electromagnetic pulse cannon for delivery of

Industrial equipment and heavy artillery

What’s the time on the moon? Lunar bases coming soon

Nuclear winter gives way to radioactive blooms

I stay on top of it like the top of a sarcophagus

Spitting raps over opera shit, you’re a special operative

Secrets of Venera from the Soviet Era

Terraforms of terror promising a greener Sahara

Solar powered Kyocera, Sarah Conner vs SkyNet

Fight the future with the honor of a kamikaze pilot

The Paul Dirac of rap

Antimatter of fact and the religion is math

For whatever it’s worth, no matter who you are

I’ll pick a flower on Earth just to move the farthest star