Rocket Science

[Intro]

Anyone hear that truck out there?

[Verse 1: Copywrite]

It's due to me you suck

Mr. Write made you the fan you are

I've seen tighter wrappers on a candy bar

I'm too nice to get ripped

Fuck what you said

Turn crack four pieces of shit between two slices of Wonder Bread

And from what I understand you think I'm God

That's sorta true

I ain't expensive on those who can't afford to lose

We pull cards of pathetic squads

Americans Express themselves and get charged for credit fraud

Plus the rhymes properly read

Once explained, my dick's the other white meat

Your Muslim mom offered me head

But I rejected

The whore ain't worth my time or sperm

While you write rhymes the same night to learn

I got rhymes to burn and rhymes that's def/deaf

That force me to rock mic's in sign language

I'm fly and it's due to my dynamics

MC's I never panic, ran it from the planet

Man you couldn't shoot the gift, if you was Santa with the cannon

I'm on this Earth to diss crews, on plot I'm vet

Rhymin' since birth just proves you haven't caught on yet

Hell's like Tetris

See to it you fit

Want to teach you to quit

You precious pieces of shit

You'll be rhymin' to people with wits

And stop whining and preachin' to kids

Complete the sun and freak an eclipse

What I drop exceeds a ton

What I engineered, you engine needs to run

So for you to postpone only my roast, holmes would greatly benefit you

And if I offend you, fuck you I intend to

Copywrite extends to

Saturn and back twice

For those that lack patterns with wack rhymes

I smash atoms and battle real cliques to collapse mics

I'll pummel anyone who brings it

Fuck R&B and anyone who sings it

[Vocal sample]

Broadcast on September 13th. Track one

Broadcast on September 12th. Track two

[Verse 2: Jakki The Motomouth]

The microphone

I'm stingy with it

You'll need a legion of angels with vice grips to pick you with it

If you wanted the heavyweight, makes a cipher pay the cost

And any nigga under a thousand pounds is gettin' tossed

Believe what you wanna believe

From the Bible to astrology

But when I step into the cipher, rappers start practicin' idolatry

Immune to humans with a low percentage to come about with this

Some come at with mathematics

I'll hit that ass with advanced calculus

I bring my math to the rappin' class

You wanna battle?

Bring a bazooka, Bible, four leaf clover and church just to back your ass

Pull out your can of ass whuppings

I'll pull out my jar of "Whup A Can's Ass"

You tried to give an ass whuppin' but couldn't

None of y'all niggas are tight on the mic device with lame minds

I'll blow you out with the same line with the same rhyme at the same time

You could be Einstein to the ninth power, I'm still checkin' your chin

I'll take you out

Even if my IQ was negative 10

Correctin' you in

You wish you a challenge, up in this mind bout

Just to be fair

I'm gonna let you get your first fifty rhymes out

I hold the mic

Ruin your prototype when Moto strikes

Throw the likes of motherfuckers who think they own the right to bite

Who think they better than this?

Holdin' raps in like a fart

Kid let 'er rip

I got a brain in my ass

Of course I'm droppin' the clever shit

Let us spit poison ivy

Your weak lines never get by me

My verses are super dope

Marvel drug dealers can't prescribe me

Go ask your mom to sign your permission slip to get your ass kicked

You sound like the bastard of a faggot who fucked a trash bitch

Your rhymes sippin' on punch lines

But my threats will drop your ass

The only punch lines I'm droppin' coward are the lines that sock your ass

I can blast that weak, fake ass freestyle of yours with minor contact

Only time your ass got freestyles is when I'm givin' you my rap

For you to deal with Moto soldier means

You better summon a universe to deal with one phrase I disperse into your spleen

Hurt your dreams

Jerk, you seen I've been fly

An acid enzyme

Digest a verse of mine

I'll be forced to eat you from the inside