If I was Stephen Hawkins would y'all keep hawkin'?
Or Einstein inclined to seek problem, wud y'all keep talkin'
Brain waves make way for strange craves, synapses been absent
Then they askin' all sorts of wack shit, is Tha kid packin'
Nah...my mind is the artillery I go hard wit, memory
And experience the shells I squeeze off wit, no symmetry
One hemisphere seems off a bit, the energy beam's propensity
Burrows into my mind's density..forcing reason to rise
Resistin' treason, I cease to find any reason to lie
I am the prototype of thought, caught up in this whirl-
Wind of world sin..where logic says hide like pearl
Confined to clam shells, new ideas damned and sterile
When is the metaphorical box gonna stretch, it's narrow
Like most small minds, sparrow-like in their own world
Where bliss is the kiss of fate, dead-dates to tabulate
And the head-strong coagulate, jus like a batch of apes
Wretched in primeval tendency, primal window entrance
Naturally selected to diminish, brittle minds are a hindrance