[Trash Talk]
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Oh, yeah!
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Damn, this is smooth.
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Yo, a lot of people been askin' what the Hawkman's all about, this one's for you.
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[Verse 1]
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"E" stands for energy, yo that's me,
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I'm a brilliant scientist and a dope MC.
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Before you step to me I'd think twice G,
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I'm the Lord of Chaos, King of Entropy.
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You down with it? I motherfuckin' hope so,
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'cause if you're not, I got a motherfuckin' rope yo!
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I'll string you up, from a big-ass tree,
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with a sign round your neck that says, "Wack MC".
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There ain't another motherfucker hard like me,
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I'm a universal constant, I'm a singularity.
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Got Doomsday at my back with fat-ass tracks,
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he pumps funk in the cracks and cuts wax with an axe.
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So listen up bitch, 'cause there may be a test,
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my style is smooth, but it's hard to digest.
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My science is tight, rhymes faster than light,
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like a ton of TNT I'm about to ignite.
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[Chorus]
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E=mc,
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E=mc Hawking!
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[Verse 2]
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I explode like a bomb, no one is spared,
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my power is my mass times the speed of light squared.
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Hoes on my tip, 15 bullets in my clip,
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my hand rests heavy on my pistol grip.
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Doomsday cuts it up like a Shaolin monk,
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pumping the funk in your junk-trunk punk.
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There's no escaping here, I'm gonna beat you out of shape,
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like a fucking black hole even light can't escape.
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Got the mind to bust a rhyme to make your brain bleed,
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other rappers talk shit, but they gotta concede,
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that I'm a 3 sandwich eatin', super-model meetin',
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step to me punk and you're gonna get a beatin'.
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So listen up bitch, 'cause there may be a test,
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my style is smooth, but it's hard to digest.
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My science is tight, rhymes faster than light,
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like a ton of TNT I'm about to ignite.
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[Chorus]
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[Trash Talk]
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Break down!
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Ah yeah, that's right, E=mc Hawking motherfuckers!
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God damn, that was some stanky-ass funk.
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Somebody open a motherfuckin' window.
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Yo Doomsday, take us out.
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E=mc Hawking
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| MC Hawking |
