Unknown speaker:
Ladies and gentleman, welcome to the E = MC^2
It’s that cat repping the soft [?]
Aiyo O, what’s the lesson plan?
Verse 1:
My eristic value, so in depth it will astound you
Round two, the art of rap, I’ll teach you how to
Now queue your tape for the winter time
Then it’s time for the renaissance
Plenty times I done told y’all charlatans do the right thing
Not knowing the power your music might bring
You oscillate between a lot of fake obscene
Kinda snakes who fiend for a lot of cake
That ain’t the type with which I like to conversate
I’m tryin’ to take my mind to a common place
Visited by Da Vinci and Beethoven
My symphonies was foretold when they told ‘em
Cats didn’t respect it, nonetheless
My art survived the archive and became the best
A paradox like I was Antemnae[?] anagram
So old school I make your whole pro tools get jammed
My phonetic notation embraced in whatever location
Chronic with consonants, ever so patient
I make it clear, observe, the way I mirror words
The aesthetic path to poetics, irreversed
Chorus:
It is O
Better believe it is O
And I’ma speak
It is my innermost outermost feeling to give ‘em the lyrical blessing they need
It is O
Get it, O
I just thought you should know, the revolution is upon us, let’s go
Once again
It is O
Better believe it is O
And I’ma speak
It is my innermost outermost feeling to give ‘em the lyrical blessing they need
It is O
Get it, O
I just thought y'all should know, the revolution is upon us, let’s go
Unknown speaker:
Aiyo O, these cats and rappers comin’ to me thinkin’ that they emcee extraordinaire, knowing damn well they can’t even wrap a gift. Aiyo O, educate these fool
Verse 2:
I’m teaching y’all the pen commandments
This is how I commence the damage
And challenge the laws of physics, I could bend ceramics
Rappers get famished from trying to understand this
It’s as if a novice painting came across the canvas
A Picasso or maybe Donatello
It’s enigmatic, there you have it, that kind of fellow
I mastered the seven intelligences
And development in the relevancy of eloquent spit
A genius of pure music
I compose a whole album just to burn up the score to it
And curse those who illegally step in my studio
Including those curious ones pursuing note
You could quote me in saying this
I’m what a sage is, but I disown my own son for tearing my rap pages
Designing my art in the highest regard
So understandably I’m sharp, you admire retards
I send fiery darts to engulf the charts
So the holocaust can start from the bars I talk
It’s like fiery darts to engulf the charts
So the holocaust can start from the bars I talk
Chorus:
It is O
Better believe it is O
And I’ma speak
It is my innermost outermost feeling to give ‘em the lyrical blessing they need
It is O
Get it, O
I just thought you should know, the revolution is upon us, let’s go
Once again
It is O
Better believe it is O
And I’ma speak
It is my innermost outermost feeling to give ‘em the lyrical blessing they need
It is O
Get it, O
I just thought y’all should know, the revolution is upon us, let’s go
Unknown speaker:
Hold up, hold up, hold up, stop the music. These cats up here frontin’ on your lines. That’s like dissing god. Y’all cats out here acting like girl scouts, stop it. Y’all are violating
O’hene: That’s right
Verse 3:
Now take a journey to the lab of a scientist, Jack
Where we practice mnemonics and [?] math
The more fiends fiend for morphine I spew
More stream occipital screen increase IQ
Yo, I’m ambidextrous with a panned out brain
So while I’m writing a verse, I could be flying a plane
With phonetic numeric precision
Scripted inscriptions so flawless it needs no revisions
My thoughts are just arduous
While you talk stupid, I pick what scientist to argue it
Embracing ambiguity so iniquity can’t get with me
Linguistically I augment imagery
Implementing symmetry in the industry
That live and breathe
Up to now sense of symphony
No clemency when them and me
Mean eventually my infantry has no sympathy or empathy
Chorus:
It is O
Better believe it is O
And I’ma speak
It is my innermost outermost feeling to give ‘em the lyrical blessing they need
It is O
Get it, O
I just thought you should know, the revolution is upon us, let’s go
Once again
It is O
Better believe it is O
And I’ma speak
It is my innermost outermost feeling to give ‘em the lyrical blessing they need
It is O
Get it, O
I just thought y'all should know, the revolution is upon us, let’s go
O’hene: Yeah, it’s The Rapademics, just when y’all thought it didn’t exist. Yeah, a hundred percent hip-hop 101, Micheal Coard, Lady B, and Dr. Meach and Dr. Phil Whiteside, Red Alert, yeah, cross-movement, yo, Greater Philly, hip-hop alliance, yeah
