Thoughts During Math Class
written 3/2011, 2021 , and 2023
I’ve learned to fly through clouds of bullshit
Reasoning with me is much too useless
Falling deep into the brightest of holes
From pole to pole, came out the tunnel feeling reborn into this world
Earthlings unite time has destined us to fight but history has taught us wrong from right
My motives are subtle but hold great value. Intelligence cannot be measured by digits in IQ
Ques of cuties await to lick my dick but I’m a snake, I’m slick like peeing in public
Pools of thoughts bubble like hot java, but quickly evaporate like glaciers thrown in lava
My flow erupts then hardens in the minds of the masses, it stays in place like forever stuck in traffic
So I float, out of reach from the trees, bees, and fleas until finally superior
Don’t care about reality considering I’m a lucid dreamer
You oblivious snails can’t keep up like grandpa’s dick
But this Granddaddy Purp makes the grandfather tick so fuckin slow
I swear ‘Time Has Ceased’ is the true meaning of THC
Chemicals in my brain collide at incredible speeds creating explosions of brilliance
Use the equation: Einstein + TNT
Inject my mind with an unknown substance that puts me somewhere so that the distance is similar to that of society and convicts
You can’t run against a blitz, but I’m different
I’ll go to an ant farm and have a picnic, or dress up as a mouse and sit in a viper pit
11/2020– 1/2021
But I’m a giant, that ball I kicked is really a comet
Only a talking owl could match my wit
So don’t throw a fit if jokes go over your head like a bad pass from Mike Vick
On the mic I’m legit, to play on my field you’d need a permit
Not open to the weak or the sick
As only the best can attest, to these bars
Which are hot like a star so how Sirius can you get?
Cause I spit flames like a dragon that’s sick, and you can’t slay me because your sword is a stick-to me
Like a glue poured on too thick, are you keeping up or am I too fit? On the track
Speed up the pace like a I’m rap-tor, ha
Fangs too sharp and too quick
Hunt you down just for the shit
As I T-Rex (wreck) this mic cause I spit no chorus just a trail of thoughts
Like a silent car exhaust
Heading off into to the frost so you can see me but I avoid like a hidden cost
On your bill, but never short of will, I am (William), combining bars like a logjam
But my skill is closer to the Hoover Dam, so hating otters better scram
But who needs a plan when it comes to being a rap God I just spit off the dome like a I’ve got a fuckin syndrome
Still hittin that grass like I’m a gnome
Sparking jays while lookin at these blue jays
I’ll fly one day, as long as each bar is amaze (a maze)
Because you get lost in-em, trying to find an exit (egg zit), like humpty dumpty in the mirror...
I know my rhymes could be more clearer but I test your brain
See if you can handle the flame
To a match-stick, I’m a crane. That’s how long I can sustain the perfect flow to carry the claim that I am the greatest and goes by the name: Subatomic
More pen to paper than writing a comic
Fill pages but you know what’s ironic, I try to save trees like I have a chronic condition to smoke nature’s tonic
That means I’m married to juana (marijuana) like the Sun to iguanas
Because I bathe in the light, even though my message is shady to get them you’ve gotta be bright...
Woah, here we go, finally taking flight, because I feel these wings and now I have such sight
NowI can see the world from a height that not even a giant could fight
I can drink from a cloud and look down on some kites
Ten ladders is still too slight
And three types of wet wipes are not as clean as what I write
But whether it’s wrong or it’s right, I’m Mike Tyson on the mic
8/2023
So lend your ears, but without a fight
Keep the flow sharper than a neuro surgeon’s knife
Since my bars outshine stars, you’ll feel const-elation (constellation/(constant) elation)
Yet I still leave scars, on the track, while you bomb more than Iraq
Cause I sand her down like Bernie (Sanders), RIP to the Mac
And with a combo attack, I drop jaws more than the rack of Sweeney...
Jay filled with zucchini, one puff and you’re shook more than James Bond with martinis..
But that’s a potency, which can only be made in a lab
I pack more punch than a powerful jab, from Capt. Falcon...
F-Zeroed in, with the pen, I clock more hours than the one named after Ben...
And every now and again,
spit rhymes sicker with more germs than Berlin (Germany)...
I’m out
