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letra de o.h.e.n.e = mc^2 (pcmix) - o'hene savant

i’m a lyrical scientist in a musical lab
trying to etch out hieroglyphs and usual math
beautiful dag, how you think a dude could do that
and teach a cl-ss on allometrical units of rap?
lyrics be rare like flamingoes, understand me yo
when o came, kane became a cameo
you feelin’ it? word, illiterate t-rd, my rhythm [?] come with monosyllabic words
watch me anagrammatize just as quick as you blank
what if i told you that krishna’s a shrink
that the eyes they see and if you be silent and listen
evil’s agent is what an evangelist is
i could flow more bars
’til astronomers see no more stars
’til folks know you get bad credit from debit card
whatever dawg, you nut mutts is never hard
i’m here and with good hearing i’m still def as y’all
hen gets rowdy like christians with saudis
entirely hip-hop’s philip emeagwali, cats
highly admire me and simply fear
some despise and in their eyes the envy’s clear
but i swear not to be scared of an emcee here
that’s ‘cause o-h-e-n-e equals m-c squared
therefore i can stomp you impromptu
then fly to istanbul impromptu in time to
script lyrics in arabic from yoshua’s heritage
and y’all say i’m arrogant, you guys are some heretics
your theories are wrong
you wanna blow up until your boxers are nearly a thong
you’re merely a p-wn
murdering people daily with poems
but that’s ‘cause they’re rarely informed
i’m heavily armed with the phonetics and letters
that’s embedded in my genetics, poetics give headaches
to people who didn’t get it, that’s cool
don’t feel like a fool, you have to have read it
even if i said it my lyrics look better in hysterics
i not only suggest you learn my slang
i suggest the rap community preserve my brain
i put speech in an octave reaching your optics
even a sky’s if i speak from a c-ckpit
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 diss, in my league
my only two colleagues are canibus and kris
disyllables, trisyllables, my syllables, god’s syllables
y’all silly fools
who you know came with the [?]
those who scripted a tora, straight verbal explorer
and before a chorus, leak words like a thesaurus
endure with some carefully calculated [?]
it’s no wonder people avoid us
and the evil abhor us, but even the evilest seem to adore us

rahm nation if ya don’t know, dynasty 3 if ya don’t know

- ohene savant

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