Psychohistorians

"I've done, questionable things. Also extrordinary things Revel in your time." "Nothing the God of biomechanics wouldn't let you in heaven." {*screaming*} [KARMA] Check the, verbal psoriasis Probe lyrical shrink rap kids like psychiatrists I'm fryin this, molten lava burns mics My sperm spiked with termites, ill tongued like germ dykes Super informational turnpike, I burn stripes And rock Nikes, the spot's tight My thoughts ride up, chickenhead bitches, like cockfights Parasites strike like neon lights through your eyesights Hybrid images switches fear left and right So you could never see this, the darker side of genius Turn your stomach squeamish tryin to duplicate my genes kid I mean this, my whole team hit you 'til you done Seamus the next one, tell 'em how you rock it son "Allow me to show you, hero." [Esoteric] We take it to your face like jaundice, accomplish Raps damn Gods like Pontius, rocket launchers Accomplish, less than I when I manifest the fly Rapper test the guy, and leave 'em there to die My cohorts rock lo sport and like dress codes take no shorts We flame lanes like a blowtorch As time elapses your brain collapses Galactus'll tear these whack rappers for practice You access, the Eso-terical icon My mic's strong, I battle stars like a Cylon From Galactica, L-E-X the manufacturer Astromech vernacular initiates the massacre Punishin republicans and blastin off Havin robot visions like Isaac Asimov [KARMA] Attack crab Gods like rabid dogs, check the sabotage When I the googleplex be the odds, bet you camouflage I got heads ringin, swingin on the rings of Saturn It's platinum, before we ever brought the shit to DAT son You can't imagine, the section, that this cat's from The bastard son, I hold tongues for ransom So enter my sector, the vector, fly rhyme connector Saturatin tracks with my nectar Disconnect your, kneecap from your fibula Distribute the perpendicular skills that could cripple ya To shit on the, ordinary organisms Cause we as mechanisms rise above human skepticism Yo, this is KARMA the Snakecharmer Seamus the God Awful, knahmsayin, God Complex Beyonder on the track, takin out the whack, yeah believe that "There's a 68.71 percent chance that you're right." - MCP, "Tron"