It was hidden deep within the Cosmos; The Universe proclaims no master. Only physics and math remains, while Princes and ordinary business men gathered. To gaze at the astronomical style, emitted through yet bitter but moral scientific thought.

(MASS) Mathematical-Astronomical-Scientifical-Style Looking at the file and the numbers that I need to compile. A smile has the dimensions of pi, the answer to the universe. Debating a topic and taking the new side that is inversed. Traversed across the milky way; spreading out and dispersed. Hitting the Asteroid belt, and I'm facing adversity. Surgically, maneuver through the cracks. Avoid taking the path, of the misfortunate; release the flaps! Turbo to the max. Sideways, upside down; numerator becomes renowned. Zero gravity, and the pressure creates a new compound. (x3)

Threshold of the Big Bang theory, many weary, of the possibility. Whoa, it's a god. Punished on-lookers because it's his job. The probability and the ratio are disproportionate. All the nulls are rejected because they are inordinate. Statistical studies conducted and fluctuated. Traveling at a high velocity subjugated, to various amounts of radiation. cells transpose; Adenine Cytosine thymine and guanine. Replication, take a rest at my space station. Pixelated photos give accentuation to the photons, essentially letting radon seep through the cracks. We wouldn't want that, so someone needs to step in and regulate the facts. Bob and weave, Bob told me. A wise man once said give and you shall receive. Debatable! The way into a girls heart is to be relatable.

The smoke rises, covering the tendencies. Assets minus liabilities equal equities; Posted on real. Outlast the outcast pushing for the deal. You never knew; what? I came through the meat grinder to spike the punch. Disclosed classified info on the simple discovery. Tricking the mind into a self-nursed, full recovery. Delved into the deceptive cesspool of sexual harmony. Trapped forever in a never-ending loop of partially, demonized men. The wise-man, "You say if, and I say when." The day hell froze over was a cold one. A blind pharaoh tells the scarecrow to run. It's done; did this and that. Gingerly obey the function, and never look back. It's the dynamic duo, combined with a solo act. Traversed to Pluto to pick up who knows who. Ushered into utterly erupting from the pew. We've reached a tipping point in the Richter. The isle constricted to internal affairs over the shares. It's the chief who has personally picked the heirs. Passed down from generation to generation. Salvation soon satisfies the profitless sensation. The vital element in the frame goes amiss. A roller coaster ride salvaged short of bliss. Not deliberately, but accidentally, kinda went rogue. Through unprotected networks I slipped the virus code. Covert missions conducted with clear motive. Strongly held values surfaced bloody and floating. Only when the mind reveals and learns to revel the truth, will the playground flourish, in toast to the dead coup. (x3) Spies no where to be found in this personal space. Floating on a world of my own forgetting the Earth. It's your turn to take a chance with the mic. Filling in the lines of the empty minded. Be reminded, it's valuable to catch the train. SEMS: standing on fire the wire thin / lying deep beneath like I'm leviathan / desire to win verbalize grim / swerving in a 89 Chevy cross lanes / drunk with 2 dames in front 2 in the back lighting up flames / a billy d steez weaving thru Berlin burning trees / collecting my fees and 90 point royalties squeeze / up out the limo / lemonade and vodka before the show / heavy vines flow inhale me in your soul like blow / break the bric a brac digging thru crates / the dusty ice be on the side of my face hold weight porcelain plates / ivy white skin / the burgundy orange remain my sin / coasting back out the Benetton trench to my shin / the slicker john Luther verbal six shooter with maneuvers moving thru the studer tape & thru drama like the Tudors / who the F sharpest blazing narcissistic thoughts praising / lee major with a razor raising up causing the phasing / cut a gypsy dancer slick on her tip toe shoes / glancing at the Betty ready she showing me all the moves / stay on the strong side wise sipping sparkling wine / startled started from the starting point while sparking a mind / like venom & mask I battle like a rock thru a glass / disaster for the green lantern like heroes too brash / dip down to Brighton while avoiding lightning / clashing with titans on the mountain where we fighting call it a god sighting / move thru Prague Czech girls be trying to cop the cassette / calling collect fantasize about a night with the vet / I stay a threat to the few with all the answers / spread em thru the wildfire love to the point they name me cancer... Outro: Last stop! on the stairway to heaven is the, devil's gate. It's perfectly described as the whitest horse you've ever witnessed. Careful with life, you might miss it! (x3)

Climbing through the wormhole, eradicating demons. Landing on Crete making friends with Cretans. The customs, I'm accustomed to aren't relevant. Evidence, of life on Mars comes with the element, of water. Plotter, paper; Laced with LSD; Perils of the paralleled emcee. Getting physical with EPMD. Business ventures, vanish with the, coming of deadly aim. Use your medicine to teach the people like Mary Jane! Smoke blowing out of your ears. Understood the algebra, but socially failed to get your peers. Fears, of contracting a fatal virus. Stole drugs, with the TPB and had to face Cyrus. Gun fights got me in tight predicaments, with limp ligaments, and ambiguous vigilance causes insolence, among the masses. Heed the word of the scripture that hangs in the balance. It's better to be active than passive, according to Mills. The best sight you ever saw was, Kansas Rolling Hills. Symphonies bring on epiphanies, like slaps on the a-ristocrats. You see, I'm back with a score to settle, and I admit that there hasn't been, much to, mettle in. Peddling faster than ever. In science class, I learned to make an efficient lever. Hook (x6): No way! How? Who? What? When? Outro: MASS, MASS, MASS, MASS, MASS, M - A - S - S, MASS, MASS, MASS. Spoken: We come here, to wind down the journey, where physics remain, and only that which you believe.

Verse 1: I know my fair share about the Red Scare. It's futuristic times, that are upon us. The goddess of war, is the main one in charge of the caucus. (cock-us) Proper adjustment, to the sanctions. Rambunction in the fish tank grabbing on for, suction. The structure of society is crumbling, as we speak. Take your awards, and shove it up yours! It's the, clamoring witness who gets themselves into war. To your core, you act without character. Pants go down, and they all stare at your, naughty parts. Playing Mario Cart with friends in the back of a Ferrari, with snotty, smart women. Walk into the bar and you act timid? That never works. Verse 2: I find a flaw in the frivolous argument presented. Faxed statistics of females, who suffer from demented, dreams and flashbacks. The cash back of a fat sack is flat backed, and seemingly cocked. Free the freedom and the funky jock from their cage. Finished with my rampage, and I, gauge that the enemy is engaged by the flame. Outro/Hook: There's no taming of the fire-breathing dragon! (x4)

The mundane swings full circle more often than appears. It's too bad the superhero became consumed by his fears. Could have been Shimmy Shimmy Yah, Shimmy Yeah, Shimmy Yay. Now the man sits lonely in his quarters procrastinating away. Good luck finding the needle in the hay. On a whim, Lucy took the jabber jaw's mighty morphing grin to the grave. Hey, it's about time to shave! Gotta get a job and die for the pay. In layman's terms, the dirt lives on, but you rot today..

Flatline, snack time when I redline Racing stripes flashing in my downtime Injection, changing inflections Passing by the mirror gazing at my reflection. Tasteless, my requests are stagnant and baseless. Don't listen to me: "His test scores aren't high enough to be credible." Didn't even know my incredulous audio was plausible. The silent treatment is heated! Tall tales from the comic book, fraudulent foe. Couldn't even tell from the picture whether friend or hoe. Lost in the magic of the havoc crossing the doormat. It's cool.. But not that cool! Kinda had me thinking, "What's she trying to pull?" Winding up for something good, I can tell. Hook: x2 Only the master-minded cave dweller could predict: the sickest twist in the maze that lies between, leaving you lost in a labyrinth and smashing you on the wall. You fly one moment, Next, you got it all wrong. x3... Verse 2: That time of year again when the crystal ball condenses. The smoke fills the view diminishing sensory perception. On the fence and questioning the lesson; Mix the destined, nation (destination) with stereotypes. It's fair to swear when you're dues are too few to live a life. Get a wife; have some kids. It's what the last generation did! Kill the messenger and (we'll) replace her with some technology! Outro: Some watery modesty shakes the ego, before the glass door, opens. Here's to hoping that hell isn't half as bad as choking, on my cursed words. Entering the third decade, and I still have yet to learn. x2 Here's to hoping that hell isn't half as bad as choking, on my cursed words...cursed words..

It's okay to feel inferior in your interior, just make sure to hop right on the up & up. Process like a limosouine; it's easy to cover up/ with dirt like your dead, but the chance to achieve conscious/ thought is slim to none, again. Try to reach the highest point, where you won't ever land. Even when your old and frail, think again! The only thing someone can ever take from you, is your innocence, but in a sense, you're infinite! (x2)