"Using his axe, the executioner of worlds and at fantastic speed
creating a blinding, spinning vortex, and Jane Foster is hurled
into limbo, trapped in the misty shadows, of a nowhere world."
[Esoteric]
I launch a pencil through your central ventricle
With 10 drills and tentacles makin you a mental vegetable
Biochemical, malpractice
Mental sentinel known as Galactus, rippin through the whackness
My molecular, structure, {fucked} your nebula
Implode your lymph nodes through prototype replicas
I'll smash your articles to particles, rap styles remarkable
Words oratal, towards your groin-ical
Programmed to rock, off excite panels flowin
I'm triple majored, astrophysics, rocket science and spark blowin
Comprehension is critical
My mental to digital sendin venemous visuals as reciprocals
I reverse your retinas
Take a look from within, shave long straws like tetanus
Off dead paralysis, robo like Super Valkyrie
My verbal alchemy blows you off the balcony
I rock metaphors from here to Endor
And stomp Ewok MC's like an AT-FT
T-X three-zero-nine is Esoteric
The Rebel Alliance medic kinetically wreckin genetics
[Beyonder]
'Twas my usable, severing sensitive brains to the maximum
It's oozing out your audio like chewing mental laxatives
But wait, for Beyond what you notice as conception
I reverse digitize all my lazy eye construction
Through factions of London forces have me fallin down
This version of mental psychos' a verbal {?} and compounds, now
MC's can't fuck with these Godly complexities
You know damn sure here comes the {?} that verbal section of this SAT's
You drowning in half-empty glasses of cynical
Liquid pump from my forcep birth the place of my umbilical
See now I'm bonded to this portion that I'm hearing
But to four fantastic kids that forming you is symbionic beams
{?} from into molecular alters
Whack-ass wax forced to accept like Murrow and Stacy's father
Don't bother with mental power to withstand
For lashing you be 36 megahertz and 6M megs of RAM
Plus a tech wiz hard drive, that's compatible with Windows
With a fat CPU, incubated in two test tubes
If you had that hardware, wreck more certainly would your third iris
But I'd infiltrate your floppies and download this simple virus
"With this before me, I become master of all mankind."
"I have given you master of the 30th century, and so evil one,
I am free of my vow."
