All of the Force! Force, force. All of the Force! Look at them wars in space baby. It’s two sides across a galaxy rift. Look at them wars in space baby. You know what we need? We need a balance to the. We-need-a balance to-- All of the Force! Help more! From Rim to Core. All of the Force, all of the Force! Do we remember what we’re fighting for? Saber blue. Saber red. Obi-Wan: our Jedi dead! I shot the troops. In the head. I’d kill ‘em all! But we ran instead. We made it out To Yavin 4 We turned around To shoot some more To our surprise: the station orbit-the moon We had to hurry or we’d-be-like-Alderaan-real soon. All of the Force. Mind Force. Body Force. Emotion Force. Jedi Force. Sith Force. All of the Force. All of the Force. Jedi Force. Sith Force. Lightning Force. Control/Sense/Alter Force. All of the Force. Look at them wars in space baby. It’s two sides across a galaxy rift. Look at them wars in space baby. You know what we need? We need a balance to the. We-need-a balance to-- All of the Force! A strange new planet. Covered in Icee. I missed mah sister, then kissed her on the lips so nicely. Blurry Obi vision Made me go flying If I find this Yoda I’ll be Jedi Knighting. I dropped the rocks He made the X-Wing sail I did not believe That’s why I fail I meet my daddy! Sabers draw! Catharsis worthy of a one-hand, standing-o applause. All of the Force. Mind Force. Body Force. Emotion Force. Jedi Force. Sith Force. All of the Force. All of the Force. Jedi Force. Sith Force. Lightning Force. Control/Sense/Alter Force. All of the Force. Look at them wars in space baby. It’s two sides across a galaxy rift Look at them wars in space baby. You know what we need? We need a balance to the. We-need-a balance to-- All of the Force! Flyin’ by (flyin’ by) baby Lawful good ain’t no fun Yeah To the Light (to the Light) Babe You should see my Kessel run (Kessel run) Flyin’ my (flyin’ my) baby Gotta fly her through the air Yeah Get it right (get it right) babe You-know-I won her fair and square. Future’s lookin’ low. One-carbonite to-go. Did I not mention it’s cold as balls in this block of snow? But my girl she say I love you so? That one line, yeah, you say “I love you” and I say “I know” Say “I love you” and I say “I know” Say “I love you” and I say “I know” We in the desert Back in the homeland My other brother’s new lover made me give a bro hand Sailing barge explosion That’s one I owe ya I go back to Master- -Now he dead like Loman. We gathered ships For our final soar And some teddy bears Won us the war Again see my dad! This time grander I’ve become an equal opportunity off-hander. All of the Force. Mind Force. Body Force. Emotion Force. Jedi Force. Sith Force. All of the Force. All of the Force. Jedi Force. Sith Force. Lightning Force. Control/Sense/Alter Force. All of the Force. Look at them wars in space baby. It’s two sides across a galaxy rift. Look at them wars in space baby. You know what we need? We need a balance to the. We-need-a balance to-- All of the Force!

Ms. Charlotte, blondie, blondie, you’re the one. To make what’s s’posed to be my bath time so much fun. This duck don’t want a rubber; you’re the type To let me win up in you with my Great White Hype. You’re the reason that the Earth needs the rain. And now the direct cause of fifty mattress stains. Your blonde locks cascading down your neck, a hair trek; My molten lava cascading down Mt. Peck, don’t let my magma set. My Spock leaves a speck, living long and prospered yet. You’re tall and dirty like a Bob Saget set; g-string on my fret. Your skin’s like a porcelain doll in a case; Your body’s got a topography like a trip on The Amazing Race. Valleys, peaks, and caves that need exploring, You remind me of the winter so these nuts of mine I’m storing. But a squirrel like me’s got to eat: And I wanna squeak you with my squeakum in your squeak. You’re so fine, (but) you’re just a dream in my mind, mind, mind, etc. You’re not mine, you’re just a dream in my mind, mind, mind, etc. Do you remember meeting me in the fifth grade? When, like a spelunker, ennui de-funker, in my cave you belayed? Don’t worry, I’m not a hard rock that’ll cause you harm, But I wanna trap you and five days later cause a cramping arm. You soared into me like a lark, an autumn stroll through the park; Gave my Edison a spark like a Boobies link on Fark, All the angels sing “Hark”; you’re better than a week of sharks. All because I heard you gave better head than Eddard Stark. You’re a Halloween at the end of every week. Cause you’re a trick who makes me nicely beg for your treats. But there’s no razor blades in my nutty good bar; And I swear my safety crash rating’s always four-star. If you could see me for me beyond a glance, I could spray your legs with Windex and see me in your pants. My dick’s a CSI screen, and you will scream “Enhance!” The crime is not loving me; your parole’s giving me a chance. You’re so fine, (but) you’re just a dream in my mind, mind, mind, etc. You’re not mine, cause you’re just a dream in my mind, mind, mind, etc.

First things first: I’m a Klingon. Got my diagonal warrior bling on. Got my Qo’dok and my Bat’leth My tricorder, hypo-spray, and blood-stained, sharpened Mak’leth. I could help you with your latex application, But I’m running late for a Trek Ball pre-dance libation. By night I’m a soldier who keeps bringing all the pain, and-- By day a Burger King assistant-manager-in-training. If you’re gonna step, you better bring a phaser, Cause while I’m Kirkin, you’re red-shirtin’ down on Qasar, That’s my home world, my glorious hovel, Please my backstory’s longer than a Hemingway novel. I’m so cosplay! It’s okay to be So #jelly Check the tweets of my frenemies. I’m so cosplay! This is my tenth con. Here’s my appearance schedule, So you can get your eye-boner on. On Monday I might try a zombie Kaylee-Frye. Whose nethers aren’t tethered and never stay so dry. On Tuesday I’m lovin’ my Ferengi named Gruzzin’, Who’s Quark’s mother’s brother’s thrice-removed second cousin. On Wednesday it’s Steam, so I’m gonna clean More brass and gold pieces than McDuck’s ever seen. On Thursday I’m Link, and I really think He’s better in a mech-suit that’s a leopard-print pink. That leaves Friday, Friday, so what do you say, you say? I’m the gatekeeper bitch, and you’re in my way, my way. I be that Z-U-U-L and there ain’t no more, Cause it’s only Zuul little fool, and there’s the door. (Say it:) I’m so cosplay! It’s okay to be So #jelly I would too if I weren’t me. I’m so cosplay, People stop and stare, You can look all you want Just don’t touch my authentic hair. Trash the hotel! Let’s get drunk on our mana juice. Find the drum room. Time to get all fast & loose. Yeah keep on chanting in sync, Motion the health potion and makin’ the kink. Yeah keep on banging the toms, Appease spirits’ wrath and let’s get it on! (Ow-ow!) Still rockin’ my lightsaber, Got the whole con wonderin’ how I made her. Got the parts from my steel workin’ neighbor, So I can be a half-Ewok Vader. Or Leia or Lukie or blade-wielding Wookiee, Or a Twi’lek’s a bi-mech Sith-hatin’ cookie. Or Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, or Jedi-killin’ Dooku, Cause as Yoda say, “Only live once you do.” I’m so cosplay! It’s okay to be So #jelly I would too if I weren’t me. I’m so cosplay! It’s okay to be So #jelly I would too if I weren’t me.

An open letter An open letter to James Earl Jones Too long since you gone, I'm sure that mother wants another one. But for this one I get to choose as the younger son. I don’t give a shit if it doesn’t make sense All these father issues gotten too dirty to rinse It’s time you realize No longer do I use my eyes Oedipus ain’t got nothing on killin’ dads to get high I’m a king of my hill, and I should’ve left the mount Cause no prophecy I see can make me turn back the count I'm faithful to Ma, connected through Verizon It ain’t no fair you made her double up on “My son.” But that’s the point, so let’s drop the facade It’s time to get her someone with a legend like god Someone who cares, brother, and helps if you lose And when he talks it’s like announcin’ the news. I'm older and worn and tired of walking alone, So this is my open letter to Mr. James Earl Jones. [Chorus:] You got that Vader, Vader voice I need that Vader, Vader voice You got that Skywalker inner strength I need that Skywalker inner strength Without the Force nothing exists, without your son nothing matters That’s why you served him up to your boss on a platter Your career ain’t shit lest you got someone else to give it to So don’t let your business dictate your life’s angled view Vader didn’t need the emp’ror, he just wanted an empire For his son to take over when finally he’d expire A legacy, a life, a universe that’s getting hotter Anakin was above all things a better loving father Than one who always need the power, riches, or the fame He just wanted his son to honor his holy name Blast a whole planet looking for you and your sister A dad should crush the galaxy to earn the title “mister” He didn’t need a bottle to hide in, no veil to hide the truth The only mask he needed wasn’t 180 proof Don’t drink the blue milk; just be there when I wake up. You got that Lion King advice I need that Lion King advice You got that Mufasa pridesome love I need that Mufasa pridesome love You don’t know about the land beyond the graveyard Only a father goes there so he doesn’t make his son And when you finally see the shit that’s out on the plains You fucking understand how Mufasa earned his mane A dad doesn’t grow a beard to look good or older He just makes it a sign for his son to grow bolder Cause on the day that you’re barely holding onto your own edge Old scars are gonna whisper with they claws in your flesh, “It’s just a little plummet and then the pain’s all relinquished. Cause it ain’t homicide if you 180 your own wrist. Flip the gun on yourself, near your mother’s smiling dimples Place the nozzle and kneel before the steel against the temple.” But I ain’t goin’ that way cause I belong to a pride, And even when the primal sin begins to eat me inside I remember that saying for the rest of my days When Sarabi takes your place, at least I can remember your face. You got that father figure down I need a dad who don’t let me drown You got those daddy issues down I need my daddy issues drowned

All alone, in the zone. I seize the throne. Came to throw bones. And-leave you bitches all prone. I don’t need your THAC0, Bitch you’d better sack up. Try and add your buffs;-my vorpal blade’ll snicker-snack-up. Throw down, show down, come on! Come on, eat some crow now! If you’ve got the Streetwise, you know to start your feet nigh. My Stealth is a nat-crit, you won’t see me snatch shit. If you ask me what I did, I’ll Bluff-you-better than a frat kid. Feel it, drink it, Eyes are barely blinkin’. I got more DEX than Cheetarah who’s slinkin’. Treasure trove. Sure 'nuff I got loads from ancient dragons in caves, To some Underdark roads. I came to throw down [2x] So swill your Mountain Dew and roll around. Roll around [3x] Add up, add up, and round down. Roll [18x] I’m-casting bitch-slap in a 5-by-5 cone. If your hag steps up, I'm-repelling the crone. Words on a scroll, I’m collectin’ all tolls. You’ll be feelin’ my Fear-more-than a giant cave troll. And just like Count von Zarovich, I return. Turnin’ all you bitches undead’s my concern. Cause I gots necro- and you ain’t got none, I’ll leave you-in-my-pool-of-blood like some flotsam. But if you do you're a fool, cause I duel to the death Try and step to me you'll take acid breath I gots the dice, your death throw’s a-thrice. My Speechcraft’s so good, that you’ll pay full price. I came to throw down [2x] So swill your Mountain Dew and roll around. Roll around [3x] Add up, add up, and round down. Roll [18x] I roll twenties (cause bitch I don’t botch). My Dungeoneering’s maxed like a mine dug by Notch. Or better yet a Beholder. Whose frost beam’s gettin’ colder. I’ll roll some Charm on your wench, and you’ll get the cold shoulder. But I been rolling ever since Chainmail Get used to 2nd ed and then when it gets stale I grudge grudge your style, then judge judge your trial Like Lara Croft I’ll tomb you up in Castle Ravenloft I'm coming to grab ya, coming to grab ya Sneaking up, knifing, homie I'll stab ya.

Hey hark, can I speak with, uh, Yea you knoweth thyself, Look. Ye have no idea what ye dealin’ with. Pullin’ my bone off this spinning spit. Ladle that mead, I’ll give you a sip. ‘Bout to pour wine, for why? That’s my wench, that’s my wench. Dat corset right there? That’s my wench. I’ve been waiting for my knight to come. Just to unsheathe my lute and have a strum. And get me some, and get me some. Just to unsheathe my lute and have a strum. Lace up that bodice, you look fine. No matter all the others, you’re all mine. You say I favor all bazaar wenches, Bar wenches. She learnin’ a new word: it’s ‘cinch.’ Pike the world up, soon she spit the beat with me. Wallace … tried to Freedom! up his lance with she. Seen by Popes, bald brothers, and king regents. And some true eunuchs that never loved wenches. Twisted pilgrimage, true Canterbury. My Wife of Bath more, more sanitary. I’m a knave ha! Vassal-lord life. The maiden with me that’s That’s my lady wife. Hey lads and lassies, yeah I got a new query: Who’s that old French sailor tryna look like Steve Perry? No disrespect but you shoulda been gone! Now they chasin’ this knave whose broadsword is long. I’ve been waiting for my knight to come. Just to unsheathe my lute and have a strum. And get me some, and get me some. Just to unsheathe my lute and have a strum. Whan that aprill with the shores a-soote! The draughte! Oh yeah! When maydens goen on pilgrimages, forages! Oh yeah! Go mother for a bastard, for a bastard, grow faster Say I’m keepin’ my gold e’ry time I get past her How can something so virgin be so red-light with Master With skirt and a bodice and no underneath fasteners? Leo Vinci saw her face so he made her. That’s right, bastard, Mona Lisa is afraid-a-her I mean Catherine Aragon, she’s quite keen, But why the finest icons always all queens? Come on get some peasant girls up in this … Half these maids ain’t got shit on Desdemona. Don’t make me bring Juliet in it Bring Hero, bring Leander, bring Ophelia in it Back to Mere Loxleys You deserve three sacks for my pox, see? Please call the first aid tent, I’m fevered with the devil’s sick You belong in finer silks Come to be with plainer wills You belong with bastards who dip iron hilts You too dope for any of these finer ilks Begone demon kin, stop staring at her bench Get your own maid, you heard? That’s my wench. I’ve been waiting for my knight to come. Just to unsheathe my lute and have a strum. And get me some, and get me some. Just to unsheathe my lute and have a strum.

You ain’t needed an ID since you were fourteen. Yet you say that you’re clean: 6 feet at twelve but can’t be on sports teams. Start havin’ those porn dreams but can’t score honeys see. When you’re a Jedi like me, but don’t use this Force to see Foreign movies passed off as art scenes, full a’naked bodies; with full bush or shorn weaves. Lawful good on shore leave is your future without me. Saw Braveheart in theaters by myself like I liked it. Drove a car at seven while you other bitches still triked it. Drank my milk from yo mom right after I spiked it. A fair-in-height tyke with escrow on my Tyko. With a mind in junior high and a body clearly thirty, You could get in-training cougars if you knew anything flirty. They’d look at you, bite their lips, and hike up their skirts, see? But your words seep out nerdy with a: “Gosh you’re really purdy.” My chest looked like a bird’s nest when I started Spanish I. Had a five o’clock shadow on the day that OJ won. My dick was Cousin It when it stood at a-tten-tion. Look: bouncers won’t say nothing when they think yo’ prostate’s done. If you just come with me I’ll show you a new world-of-fun, I say you’ll score ton, just let me out your core, son. I been in you since birth, when you were named a Taurine. Stubborn, now forlorn, but no need to mourn no more son. If you could see what your inner eyes see: A world of plenty meant for you and me. Age is just a number, though not legally; Your sixteen’s now the new thirty-three. Forget old plans and adopt new schemes; Abandon kind, courteous, and thrifty. Age is just a number, though not legally; Your sixteen’s now the new thirty-three. Let’s take a look and examine your skills: A suped-up super soldier without any kills. Afraid to pull the trigger or cause a few spills, You could fill your fills if this altar boy’s distilled. But hey I’ll alter your numbers with a new alter id. You’ll go from 0 to 60 in bed-post notches kid. You’ll score forties from the store and stories for grandkids. You’re a heat-seeking missile who’s, on paper, off the grid. But all the girls in your class; they think your rocket is a dud. So we’ll Desert Storm their assumptions and for dessert, serve them a SCUD. You can do what you can’t and shouldn’t do what you should. There ain’t no shame (but lots of pull) in being a poor-man’s Paul Rudd. So buckle up your shoes and batten down your hatches. We’ve got to mass-upload your style in some big downloaded patches. You could strike up real heat, forget the safety matches. Your sauce increase in heat from salty soys to Srirachas. If you could see what your inner eyes see: A world of plenty meant for you and me. Age is just a number, though not legally; Your sixteen’s now the new thirty-three. Forget old plans and adopt new schemes; Abandon kind, courteous, and thrifty. Age is just a number, though not legally; Your sixteen’s now the new thirty-three. Turn a curse into a gift, so your body’s aged before your mind. Your fruit’s no where near rotted, which they’ll see under the rind. So pick a page from this lesson and do what you’re assigned; You’ll have your peace of mind, when you’re mining pieces from behind. Oh, but what’s that you say? You’re too scared, too afraid? Afraid of getting caught, slapped, dissed, or pepper-sprayed? Well, the riskier the mission, the bigger the parade. And this ain’t no ticker-tape, this an aim-to-fuck crusade. I’ll be your knight-in-arms and guide the direction of your lance. Your squire in the shadows, showing you your fighting stance. Your talents won’t be wasted, they won’t give a second glance; As long as your balls are bold, your pair is old as France. This singles cruise is leaving, so I hope that you’re on board. Whether you like it or not, we’re not stopping ‘til you score. We’re gonna rattle cages, and break some Oh!ak headboards. Best be friends with orcs and goblins, ‘cause this whoring’s For the Horde! Don’t stop/stay sharp; Here we go/let’s start. Wake up/to a new; Life where/the star is you. Be younger/look older; No more/cold shoulder. Buy cigs/buy beer; Life’s better/with me here. If you could see what your inner eyes see: A world of plenty meant for you and me. Age is just a number, though not legally; Your sixteen’s now the new thirty-three. Forget old plans and adopt new schemes; Abandon kind, courteous, and thrifty. Age is just a number, though not legally; Your sixteen’s now the new thirty-three.

Westerosi Blood… The Westerosi know how to torture, The Westerosi know how to torture. In the city of Eyrie, In the city of Winterfell, In the city of Pyke, We keep it hurtin’, we keep it hurtin’. Now let me hearken ‘bout a people in the wild, wild west: ‘Cross the Shiverin’ Sea, they punish better than tha rest. Ain’t no Dothraki shivs stickin’ outta yo’ chests. Where some lil birds shove you right outta yo’ nest. From the chill-ass North, where the walkin’ undead stroll, The ever-summer South, where them talkin’-done head’s roll. And sers be on pilgrimage for them damn-fines, Only to sheathe they claymores where the Seven don’t shine. If you be in the game to sing songs unsung, Best sweet to the Joff, else you losin’ yo tongue. A Clegane backhand you deadly and fiercely, Then name his manhood Jaime and yo’ stank-ass his Cersei. It’s all brutal from tha ‘Fell down to tha Dorne, Your holdings are tha tits if your daddy’s legit-born. Throw up your remnant finger if your sea is worthy, [Az’ name] put it down for Wes-TER-o-si. The Westerosi know how to torture, The Westerosi know how to torture! In the city of Eey-rie, In the city of Winterfell, In the city, city of Pike, We keep it hurtin’, we keep it hurtin’. You’re ten-and-five? Y’outta time. And don’t get caught Bolton, Lest-you-loose the goose, Master Roose, and your skin-a gets-a moltin’. Whorin’ for Florents and them Tyrells Life of-a Little-finger-swinger, you ain’t need to learn-ta spell. Only-in Wester corpses fester and nothing’s ever nice, Pyke islands where you sigh-less ‘n pay the iron price. Dressed in plates ‘n boil’d leather and tourney’s what we do: Payne is Ilyn but we chillin’, with our Ice in your sinew. Famous cause we live in hubris. We frightin’ and in-fightin’ like classic tragics. Let’em organize from Qarth beach to Ass-a-hai. So you can see that the free won’t bend knee to any guy. Hark what ye hark: But the one to fear’s l’il Stark. Sing that Arya in the woods ‘n parks. From King’s Land to Fleabottom, The Blackwater Bay, yea lads, we got’em. Wester’s where it gets rotten.d Give me blood!

I fill the tests out. Until it’s dark out. Oh, just another lonely night. But, in college, it’s brains over your might. Bitch I’m a scholar, not a court baller. Smart son of mother, now look who’s just another. As you count your wage hours, I climb iv’ry towers. DJ Princeton Review with the beat, Imma need you on your feet. Holla, holla, teach, it’s me you need-a call on. Everybody know Imma motherfuckin’ scholar. Imma need to see you at my graduation gala. Imma need to see you at my graduation gala. Flawless, flawless, bitches I’m stalwart. Everybody know Imma motherfuckin’ scholar. Imma need to see you at my graduation gala. Imma need to see you at my graduation gala. Best: AP or IB, hands down, huh? I’m later scorin’ some mad degrees, huh? And my letters beat your job at your fathers-s’ Tenured prof way over middle managements. I pull figs in five or six, you lay tile til half-past six. Study texts, beat the rest, wait ‘til later to have sex. But my double majors doubled pools of y’alls high school ex. Brain’s the muscle they want flexed; I boldly go on porn star treks. I heard you say all through school that I did it lame. Never changed, while I excelled at mind games. Pullin’ all them A’s while you settled for your blasé. Now that A-list forays into pay days. Yeah I spend my days reading books and writing proofs now. Later spend my evenin’s heatin’ ovens at yo’ boo’s house. Showin’ her the second course is better than yo’ half-brau. GorDAMN Ramsey makin’ hell in yo’ kitchen now. So, what, motherfucker? What are you gonna do now?! Nothin’ that’s what, cause nerdy’s the new cool now. Not gonna pull flocks, they gon’ south, Shit motherfucker, at 19 you start to cool down. So you peaked early and I hold the prize. So imma tell you now what I consider best advice: “Sir do you wanna get fries with that order?” Ah, get used to askin’ that on your shift at nights. I ain’t sayin’ that you don’t have a place in life. A labor class is vital to this country’s pride. But I’m center stagin’ while you sing in the chorus line. My stagin’s phasing past, while your phase is fadin’ fast. Holla, holla, teach, it’s me you need-a call on. Everybody know Imma motherfuckin’ scholar. Imma need to see you at my graduation gala. Imma need to see you at my graduation gala. Flawless, flawless, bitches I’m stalwart. Everybody know Imma motherfuckin’ scholar. Imma need to see you at my graduation gala. Imma need to see you at my graduation gala. Einstein, Heisenberg, Curie, Tesla, Teacher, fool, a mentor to confess to. Question, what do these peeps all have in common? Everybody knows I’m a motherfuckin’ scholar. Study group, stoop to study-conquer. Conquer. None of you bullies know where the pawn is. None of you bullies know what T-H-A-C-0 is. I two-hit your shit, you should be able to feel it. Slammin’, slammin’ with hammers made of thought ha! Solvin’ problems with words instead of brawn ha! Advisin’ undergrads while you fad your visor, brah. And do you know what fuels my vehicle, huh? You. And you will never get on this. All you’ll get is balding heads and then credit debts. All you’ll get is divorced before your first kid’s briss. Feelin’ bliss, a dunce cap tryst; all from the ignorance. All I’ll get is what I want with these 4.0’s. While you’ll just flee from the blue 5-0’s. I smell the truth unfold. Hard to swallow? Go back to school before you’re old. Holla, holla, teach, it’s me you need-a call on. Everybody know Imma motherfuckin’ scholar. Imma need to see you at my graduation gala. Imma need to see you at my graduation gala. Flawless, flawless, bitches I’m stalwart. Everybody know Imma motherfuckin’ scholar. Imma need to see you at my graduation gala. Imma need to see you at my graduation gala. Roll up in de wheelchair, No-need-for-you to stare At a good brain, Hawkin’ from Brittain-iar. Yeah in my day-planna, it says to make-a brand-ya. You might have degrees, but my M.S. out-jams ya. O.K., first things first, I’ll unravel space. Then Imma put Ein-stein back in his place. ‘Cause that’s what a motherfucking scholar do. Build-on those before him, make de brain accrue. Phy-sicist from Ox-ford, that’s the scholar true, I smoke deGrasse-Tyson, that’s the scholar new, Young Sagan on de roster and the scholar crew. And I roll up roll up roll up on the scene wiff de simple text And if I stutta’, it don’t matta’: my theories be so complex. Lemme get this straight wait I’m pit-tied? But my theories and my books be-come yo’ creed? 90k for a speech, no eyes left dry: Yeah my story’s so brave that my Heisenberg’s uncertain, Bolder-than Will-iam Byrd’s chirpin’, Shit, like the Curie is a-lertin’, all verdant, Like Stephen on asymptote when I twerk-it, Have these phonies-so-one-note spurtin’ Here’s a-brief history of T-I-M-E: Dare you to doubt it; hey, what you got, see? It’s just a re-ah-doing of relativity. Yet I’ll say Papa Al-bert-is the O.G. I-just-crushed another theory, it’s N.B.D. Besides brie, Imma stand a-lone cheese, I think-me-you-and Bohr should or-bit like “e-”. Mech-ship, mind, chip, make ‘em shit-flip, I think big, get ripped on my tech-lip. This coordinated ball-a’s-Cartesian-ated, holla! Ahhhhhh, I’m a motherfucking scholar.