My New Pen Has A Message

My fuse is a few inches

I use and reuse bithces

Never choose what's brand new, few have

Stan and Doom said resume: Stand in view as I add hymns in inches

 

my rhyming pen cost more than ninety yen

I'm unraveling the odds of handicaps in tennis

Let me add, my sentences are quite a menace

I'm the math and Baptist lesson

I prove the stats and preach the questions

Teaching raps with a new direction

Short just a few rules and inspections

revenues are just a cheap refresher

Giving us free a fucking lesson

On how to do the best to beat what stresses

And freshen breaths, as is what's written here, it's intricate

For your scripture, I'll accept written in Latin or Sanskrit

My rhymes have been in transit with a definite rhythm

better wait till the Confederates have transcript systems

 

My fuse is a few inches

I use and ruse bithces

Never choose what's brand new

Stan or Doom said it's measured in inches

 

when I'm in heaven all will lessen

here I'll grant the chance to understand it

I'm a man of few yet skewed demands

Dude you better get included in the trend

Or you'll be screwed just like the steward

The one who barbecued a chance at ruling

when he viewed my interlude, and then alluded to it

Thats the gratitude that I get from you

The NMC is shrewder than a basic ruler

Go get a pen and ruler

Here I pleasure my clout and racist humor

Cause I'm about to face a boomer

Through my pen, I summon grace and ruin

then I make them guess if they are human

When they see my true acumen

How I act: an opportunist

And my math, like John Von Neumann's

Plus my rap: like MF Doom's is

Once I get what's the solution

That's on how to spread conclusions

Through nouns and vowels, I found a numen

 

My fuse is a few inches

I use and ruse bithces

Never choose what's brand new

Stan or Doom said it's measured in inches

 

Hope his vote doesn't dote confusion

My own notes are constitutive

Even Newton would've been enthused

look at all this room in use

Rhymes diffused in light of views, like neutrinos zooming through the room

Tomorrow they'll see me in school and be included

That's when I teach, review my music

I must produce a neat new instrument

To get attention and some residue of business ethic

Never have I ever Aced an Academic metric

Yes fuck both the space and basic aesthetic traces

 

 

My fuse is a few inches

I use and ruse bithces

Never choose what's brand new

Stan or Doom said it's measured in inches

 

go ask Leonard how to test out the physics

He's best as a witness, more significance

Here is my permit for assistance, or just works as evidence

Former Residents, never listen to this MC's gifts

My list goes first BIG and EM; then Jay Z, and he, Tariq

Finally Andre, Doom, and Dre

Can't forget Nas, Mos Def, those left: Cole and Kendrick, most definite.

The role is furthermost delicate, with few a wholes left to thread

But butter toast, and a share of credit spread, there are those who choke

But then there are those that smoke the deficit, like hash on dope

Just let me focus, and attempt an end to this epic troping session