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letra de stephen hawking - flight distance

[intro: escrol & -sample-]
“is someone calling me? no”
fd what up?
“i hear a voice”
check it out

[verse 1: escrol]
the akebono of braggadocio amb-ssador is back with a vengeance
big bang cracked atom out the lab like a chemist
we the cold capital legend of steady handing rappers a lesson
cl-ss is in session i’m asking a question
f-ck a duel of wits, trust me you’re losing quick
duke’s a mix of that william cooper and rick the ruler sh-t
i shoot the gift like a houston rocket or supersonic
cue the knowledge, or y’all a’ be seeing stars like you’re bootsy collins
hired gun, live from a cast iron lung
try and front and you winding up with your jaws wired shut
it’s joseph mccarthy controlling the party
while you claiming you ran the block, like the soviet army
i sharpen my t–th, starving to eat but they tryna feed us rations
and we ain’t having that homie, know that it’s feast or famine
we’ve resurfaced up out of the deepest fathom
just to spit that hundred proof and then chuck a deuce like i’m gg allin

[chorus: -samples-]
“my brain’s on another level beyond”
“harder than y’all ’cause i’m smarter than y’all”
“my brain’s on another level beyond”
“harder than y’all ’cause i’m smarter than y’all”
“my brain’s on another level beyond”
“harder than y’all ’cause i’m smarter than y’all”
“my brain’s on another level beyond”
“harder than y’all ’cause i’m smarter than y’all”

[verse 2: patience]
i shot, pavlov’s dog, with chekhov’s gun
the perennial favorite with the best odds won
run for your lives, i’ve got sonic the hedgehog’s lungs
plus steve jobs’ brain trust in a headlock son
then the seesaw raised up and i stepped off drunk
just took the time to rock-bottom as enron’s plunge
the weather has changed, but then let’s not front
we got gl-ss jawed frauds and a hegemonic dunce
now i better sleep with both eyes open
f-ck stephen hawking’s government, my hope lies frozen
i’m troubled and shutting down but heaven or h-ll now come
this competent f-cking pollution under a teflon sun
i’m done, brainiac mold your self-expression something practical
to work with my hands and further my lessons, ’cause it’s magical
this burdensome cap turns backwards as your rationale
a voice box for stephen hawking’s fat loud lashing out now

[verse 3: bender & -sample-]
well it’s the, mayan astrologist sign of apocalypse
broadcast from the gutter, chern0byl’s iron sarcophagus
i’m dealing with the mona lisa stroke of g*nius
when the brush touch the palette, i summon that smoking phoenix
i got, oils combined with turpentine emulsifying
into masterpieces while you crying that the culture’s dying
i see the full spectrum here, we got it multiplying
you colorblinded to these infrareds and ultraviolets
cult of science got my people underwhelmed
i used to go to h-ll and back for fuel to moses, dug a well
from the dungeon cell, now who want it? we break speakers
bottom end turn your boomboxes into sp-ce heaters
the 613, hall of fame, inductee
blood in the water and i’m mick dundee
you tryna swim upstream? you’ll see who boss when the ruler speaks
“i am king and that’s not through jewelry”
and cal’s a steel machete when he cuts the wax
we the emcees breathing heavy for the love of rap, till our lungs collapse
for tons of cats that’s eating plenty in this feeding frenzy turn to green with envy once they’re done just wishing for they hunger back

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