[Gift of Gab]

I can do anything



Neutron, proton, mass effect, lyrical oxidation, yo irrelevant

Mass spectrograph, your electron volt, atomic energy erupting

As I get all open on betacron, gamma rays thermo cracking

Cyclotron and any and every mic

You're on trans iridium, if you're always uranium

Molecules, spontaneous combustion, pow



Law of de-fi-nite pro-por-tion, gain-ing weight

I'm every element of brown



Lead, gold, tin, iron, platinum, zinc, when I rap you think

Iodine nitrate activate

Red geranium, the only difference is I transmit sound

Balance was unbalanced then you add a little talent and



Careful, careful with those ingredients

They could explode and blow up if you drop then

And they hit the ground



Let it flow, yo, just let it go, get back



C-O-H-O-2 wine water solution of calcium hydroxide

Slobbin it, C-A-O lime will make bleach powder

Galvanic metal beats stomp out louder

Dried ice, C-0 squared refrigerant

N-O-2 makes you laugh, it's laughing gas used by the dentists

I nearly added acid glue, I'm like oil of a toil, the king of chemicals

And the G heat gas waved all your mats

Chemical change, ice point, melt all your raps

Atomic weight, hold shocks, when you call

Refillable gas keep going way beyond

Biotch I'm only ill with buzzin, feel the ambiance

A diabetic process outta calm your ass

After I warm your ass, I'll give sodium, silicate N-O-2-S-1-O-3, a water glass

Borax flexure full of brimstone sulfur

Boraxic acid, hip-hop preserver

C-O-2 could never put away the fire

Style aroma is scientific; the lyrical fuse would be connected

To teach you chemical calisthenics



The Theory is that all matter is