Frequency Subtract - Intellectual

[Intro]

Welcome to the Weekend Science Experiment

I am your narrator Tanzanika

And today we are here to witness the practice

Of the highly controversial Binary theorem

Our scientists of the evening are 1968 Nobel Prize winners

In the science of algorithms and waveform (Mum's the Word)

And for our cryptology concentration of our Binary theorem

We have Workforce, Project Blowed rookie physicist Paul Finch

Bettеr known in the field as (Subtitle)

Thеre will be various guest speakers throughout the experiment

[Verse 1]

I project myself out in six directions at once

Up-down, left-right and front to back

I see depth, red whirls and people smoking blunts

Also, not to mention some various ozone cracks

I travel in a blind spot, you can't point to a bisect

I detect sacred geometry when I play connect the dots

I swim in tanks with crocodiles

With 2.8 pound weight strapped to my ankles [?]

Then I write some raps

I've been longer than you think

I taught humans to write

My evil doppelganger also taught humans to bite

Copy, assimilate, no point of origin

For them to backtrack to within galactic accordance

Stuck in a present state for untold eons

I'm beyond what you can imagine, no part mortal

Nothing you can fathom can describe me

Allergist but a morsel

A little tasty treat

I see libraries then go postal, they've got it all confused

I've written post-it notes that are truer than the text

Which you use to let infect your brain and hold check

Over your life secretly from day to day

You're walking in slowing circles, yet you do not need to read

Sure, whatever you say, now back to me

I process and distribute words like a factory

I'm inspector 31 making sure it sounds good

Profound like it should but you wouldn't notice

That you're simple like protest in your pre-treated neighborhoods

I'm too complex to quote this

You'd be better off constructing a functioning double helix

From a series of broken toothpicks, tootsie rolls and olives

Six were in the jar [?] to fix your car

I'm a black dwarf star hurtling towards earth

My outer body is mountainous with ample turf

Where tyrants can lie, don't break your neck staying inside

I'm still getting slipped away by the six mile high tides

Or exfiliated by a strange hybrid of chemicals

Chromium diglyceride and nitrogen trioxide

Valentine virus leave a slight residue alkaline deposits

You thought you carried it towards, you got burned and lost

Small third degree victim hangin' out in closets

I bumped your tape and pressed pause and then tossed it

[Asheru (Sample)]

With my-

With my ill sonic-

With my ill sonic boom transmitta-

With my ill sonic boom transmittal

It'll be one of them things where you caught in the middle

[Verse 2]

Linear time chronology no longer applies in this rhyme

My spine was tapped for experiments in invisibility

Infinite mobility, strong degree of stability

I'm the smiling shadow desert fox that'll kill MCs

Oh, I meant mammals, all of you sound alike

I'm leaving western civilization skull on a pike

Whenever panoramic scenes get too verbose it's

Time for me to enter the venue acting ferocious

Attracting bad attention, I'm from the 6th division

Where the whole world is if you took a gang of doses

And your brain overloaded

It's the war of the roses and my thorns like quills triple dipped toxins

All the better for unexpected battle rockin'

I bust out of my back then body start droppin'

Time for casket shoppin'

It's all that and the kitchen sink and the [?]

I'm ignited like Vulcan while spontaneously walkin'

Even if you find a preemptive strike with your crew