(feat. Beyonder)    "Using his axe, the executioner of worlds and at fantastic speed  creating a blinding, spinning vortex, and Jane Foster is hurled  into limbo, trapped in the misty shadows, of a nowhere world."    [Esoteric]  I launch a pencil through your central ventricle  With tendrils and tentacles makin you a mental vegetable  Biochemical, malpractice  Mental sentinel known as Galactus, rippin through the whackness  My molecular, structure, {fucked} your nebula  Implode your lymph nodes through prototype replicas  I'll smash your articles to particles, rap styles remarkable  Words orbital, towards your cortical  Programmed to rock, optic site panels flowin  I'm triple majored in: astrophysics, rocket science and spot blowin  Comprehension is critical  My mental to digital sendin venemous visuals as reciprocals  I reverse your retinas  Take a look from within, Shay locks jaws like tetanus  Optic paralysis, robo like Super Valkyrie  My verbal alchemy blows you off the balcony  I rock metaphors from here to Endor  And stomp Ewok MC's like an AT-ST  T-X three-zero-nine is Esoteric  The Rebel Alliance medic kinetically wreckin genetics    [Beyonder]  Thrust my usable, 10 percent of brain to the maximum  It's oozing out your audio like chewing mental laxatives  But wait, for Beyond what you notice as conception  I reverse digitize all my lazy eye contractions  Through factions of London forces have me fallin down  Dispersion of induced psychos and compounds, now  MC's can't fuck with these Godly complexities  You know damn sure Beyonder thrashed the verbal section of his SAT's  You drowning in half-empty glasses of cynical  Lyric pumped from mic cords put in place of my umbilical  See now I'm bonding to this bullshit that I'm hearing  But to four fantastic kids that forming you is symbionic beings  Hidden from inter-molecular authors  Whack-ass wax falls to it's knees like my girl Gwen Stacy's father  Don't bother with mental power to withstand  For lashing you be 36 megahertz and 6M megs of RAM  Plus a tech wiz hard drive, that's compatible with Windows  With a fat CPU, incubated in two test tubes  If you had that hardware, wreck more certainly would your third iris  But I'd infiltrate your floppies and download this simple virus    "With this before me, I become master of all mankind."  "I have given you master of the 30th century, and so evil one,  I am free of my vow."