Lyrics: Shaped Like an Ellipse

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I'm a savant with a soft heart who thinks outta the box, avant-garde, ex-lovers like the Devil cuz they fell hard, so far spinnin’ fast like a pulsar, early on the play that’s a false start, colder than the water found on Mars, re-cover rap like it’s a lost art, my bars catchin’ like a strain of SARS, brain’s changin’ the game with in-flamed pul-monary range, I’m luminary, tearin' it up, so say a prayer or I’ll make ya perish, I win games, got more rings than your eighth marriage, parry garish affairs with savoir-faire on a pair-o’ jet-skis and embarrassed a barracks of American paratroopers when they coul-dn't get me; regal air on the Se-renge-ti like Mufasa, droppin’ heat like the luftwaffe, poppin’ off like the top of a bottle o’ Smir-noff vodka, can not stop this abomination like-Hutus in R-wanda, I'm tearin’ the roof-offa this whole damn-nation, my congregation’s the size of the human race, no exaggeration, I’m losin’ patience, you're losin' face unless you prove your faith, cuz you’re there but for the grace of Wei, I’m makin a declaration: I'm a reckless Asian whose consecrated exhalations em-brace the face of a generation, no confabulation, so fire call me a conflagration

I blot you out son, call me an eclipse
Double focused, shaped like an ellipse
Better hang tight or you just might lose your grip
Yeah you coulda had sex but you’re listenin’ to this

You’re vacuous as clickbait, I won’t acquit, I’m immaculate as shit -- wait. I meant to say they’re infatuated, my numbers cause a spit take, like “what? that must be a mistake!” nope, I got the unborn too, embryos on my flow, still in the womb, ‘m killin’ a dude and catchin’ ‘im jammin to my tunes when I visit his tomb, bringin’ invidious doom to perfidious noobs, I’m ad-vanced and in-sidious, a combination o’ Sith Lord and Nvidia so giddy up before I get rid rid o’ ya like Walter White did with Lydia, Mr. T (mixed her tea) with fake stevia, I pity da fool who doesn’t know my Camp Rocks like Nick Jonas, a bamf talks, calls me a see-change like glaucoma, so glam my glances induce orgasm, my pants got ample room for expansion, what I call a shack to you is a mansion, Shaquille’ll kneel in front of his king, no need to ask ‘im, I’m the essence of fashion and straight cash, impassioned and makin’ a splash-near areas from Cali to Kashmir

Helix in double-time, Francis Crick mode, I got sick flows cuz my lymph nodes went AWOL, don't need no sticks and stones cuz I kick most o'my glib foes from zip codes with a quick dose of my slick prose, bitch hoes’ll emit woes like "this blows", better tiptoe when my grip's closed cuz I slit throats when I spit roasts-real as Pinocchio with a slim nose, whip votes from coast to coast like hypno-sis, know souls to the bone, call me gnosis, bulldoze'm like Nick Bosa in a Ford Focus, in my pro-phase like mitosis, con-tagious like tuberculosis, in-sane, out-rageous like Jim Davis en-caged with Cassius Clay, and I’m so famous my picked name is en-graved in thick frames from South Station to Las Vegas