E = mc²

Burns Fred

2026-06-10

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Yo, it's Einstein, bitch — the god of the mind, E=mc², watch your whole block get fried. I’m spittin’ relativity, time bendin’ on fools, You slow-ass mortals still playin’ by the rules. Genius in the trap, lab coat with the chains, I’m flexin’ on Newton, Hawking, and all y’all lames. Brain bigger than the universe, dick swingin’ like π, Albert Einstein, ma'fucka — bow down or die! Ayy, came from the hood of the cosmos, turned the block to a lab, While y’all punchin’ air, I’m punchin’ holes in the fabric of space, fab. Got light speed in my pocket, speed of thought on these hoes, You still countin’ on fingers, I’m countin’ infinite rows. Flexed on gravity, made that bitch curve for the kid, Dropped E=mc², now the whole world doin’ what I did. You rappers talk tough, but your IQ in the single digits, I’m quantum entanglin’ your bitch while I’m fiddlin’ with digits. Deadass, I’m the smartest to ever do it, no cap, Split the atom, split wigs, leave your career in the trap. You study my theorems just to pass community college, I’m out here bendin’ time so I can fuck with your knowledge. Special relativity? That’s me movin’ different, General relativity? I made the universe my kitchen. Cookin’ up black holes, suckin’ up all your dreams, You still lost in the sauce — I’m the sauce, the beans, and the fiends. Yo, it’s Einstein, bitch — the god of the mind, E=mc², watch your whole block get fried. I’m spittin’ relativity, time bendin’ on fools, You slow-ass mortals still playin’ by the rules. Genius in the trap, lab coat with the chains, I’m flexin’ on Newton, Hawking, and all y’all lames. Brain bigger than the universe, dick swingin’ like π, Albert Einstein, ma'fucka — bow down or die! I’m in the field, field equations runnin’ through my veins, You in the field trippin’ on the work, catchin’ lames. Photoelectric effect? I made light my slave, You still scared of the dark, hidin’ in the cave. Broke the speed of light in my mind, left y’all in the dust, Now I’m ghost-ridin’ the whip through the spacetime crust. Call me Big Al, the ultimate G, Got more bars than the periodic table, B. You claim you a genius? homie, please, that’s cap, I invented the bomb, then told the world “nah, don’t clap.” I’m on some next-level shit, wormholes in my Timbs, Step through one, pop out in 2050 with your bitch and her friends. IQ off the Richter, off the charts, off the map, You average 80, I’m infinite — do the math. So bow to the one from the block with the wildest brain, Albert Einstein, motherfuckers — king of the game! Yeah… E equals MC squared, ho. I’m out. mic drop that echoes through the universe

E = mc²

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