Albert Einstein
When I apply my battle theory, minds are relatively blown
So take a seat, Steve, oops, I see you brought your own
What's with your voice? I can't frickin' tell
You sound like WALL-E having s** with a speak-and-spell
I'll school you anywhere MIT to Oxford
All your fans with be like, "Um, that was Hawk-ward"
I'm as dope as two rappers, you better be scared
'Cause that means: Albert E. equals mc²
Stephen Hawking
You've got no idea what you're messing with here boy
I got 12 inch rims on my chair, that's how I roll y'all
You look like someone glued a mustache on a troll doll
I'll be stretching out the rhyme, like gravity stretches time
When you try to put your little pea brain against this kind of mind
I'm the best, I'm the Snoop Dogg of science
I'll be dropping mad apples on your head from the shoulder of giants
Albert Einstein
I'm a giant whose shoulders you'd have stood on, if you could stand
I'll give you a brief history of pain with the back of my hand
You can't destroy matter or me, for serious
Ripping holes in you bigger than the hole in your black hole theory was
Stephen Hawking
There are 10 million, million, million, million
Million, million, million, million, million
Particles in the universe that we can observe
Your mama took the ugly ones and put them into one nerd
You wanna bring the heat with them mushroom clouds you're making
I'm about to bake raps from scratch, like Carl Sagan
And while it's true that my work is based on you
I'm a super computer you're like a TI-82, ooh