Eminem & André 3000 = MC

Energy can't be destroyed… it just changes form.

So we speak in sparks.

Restless stars reincarnate in bars.

Let the eulogy echo…

MC to the second power—matter in motion,

Rhyme revolutions, stars swim in the ocean.

From planets to pavements, pain into praise,

This is light in the darkness, the voice of

the graves.

I was born on a blueprint built from the breath of the black hole,

Back-flipped through futures, dipped in depth like a flagpole.

Voice like a violin solo in a solar eclipse,

Where every note is a nebula kissin' apocalypse.

See, I ain’t rap—I’m rebirth with rhythm and robes,

Spinnin’ Saturn's rings in syllables, unravelin’ codes.

Even God had to gamble just to get this far—

I’m a prayer in a spaceship, meditatin' on Mars.

MC to the second power—matter in motion,

Rhyme revolutions, stars swim in the ocean.

From planets to pavements, pain into praise,

This is light in the darkness, the voice of

the graves.

I'm Einstein with a nine and a line of chalk,

Scribblin’ schemes in time, where the minds of giants walk.

Like—what's mass to a man with a mic in a maze?

I mapped the Milky Way in a mic check phrase.

Alliteration? Sure. But not for the gimmick,

My diction’s a demolition, precision every minute.

I don’t rap—I collapse black matter in tracks,

My syntax synchs Saturn, swing planets off axis.

I'm the beast in the bell toll, undertaker in black,

With a pen like a scythe that slices heaven from back.MC to the second power—matter in motion,

Rhyme revolutions, stars swim in the ocean.

From planets to pavements, pain into praise,

This is light in the darkness, the voice of

the graves.

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Dear child of the cosmos…

If pain makes you question the heavens—then ask.

We all searchin’ for light, even trapped in a mask.

My momma told me God speaks in the voice of the voiceless,

So I listen to the wind where the silence rejoices.

Every brother buried’s a book never opened,

Every tear from a queen is a truth left unspoken.

We are energy, soul, flesh, memory, rage—

Tryna write peace on the lines of this cage.MC to the second power—matter in motion,

Rhyme revolutions, stars swim in the ocean.

From planets to pavements, pain into praise,

This is light in the darkness, the voice of

the graves.

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MC to the second power—matter in motion,

Rhyme revolutions, stars swim in the ocean.

From planets to pavements, pain into praise,

This is light in the darkness, the voice of

the graves.

Time bends when I pen — I'm relativity's ghost,

Thoughts move faster than light when I'm provokin' the most.

From quarks to cosmos, my quotes crack dimensions,

Spit facts so exact, collapse past pretensions.

Mass times velocity squared — now square that with a mic,

I'm the spark in the silence, the dark birthing the light.

I ain't just formulas floatin’ — I'm a rebel in robes,

Turnin’ chalk into charm, drawin' wormholes in prose.

I theorized God’s handwriting in starlight and sand,

Now I cipher the cosmos through the pulse of a band.

MC to the second power—matter in motion,

Rhyme revolutions, stars swim in the ocean.

From planets to pavements, pain into praise,

This is light in the darkness, the voice of

the graves.

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I walk through the void in silence, smoke trails my step,

Each rhyme's a toll bell ringin' where the dead dreams slept.

From death valley of bars, I rise with no breath,

And spit truths so cold, even time holds its chest.

I ain't just a myth in a hat and coat of black—

I’m the mirror of fear that the cosmos reflects back.

Tombstone in my tone, pain plated in peace,

My flow’s a funeral hymn that brings demons to knees.

Life’s short — but death's an eternal beat looped in flames,

So I rhyme like a shadow whisperin’ your name.

MC to the second power—matter in motion,

Rhyme revolutions, stars swim in the ocean.

From planets to pavements, pain into praise,

This is light in the darkness, the voice of

the graves.

Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there--on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the MC to the second power—matter in motion,

Rhyme revolutions, stars swim in the ocean.

From planets to pavements, pain into praise,

This is light in the darkness, the voice of

the graves.