This is a song about "E is mc squared"

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Yo your going up against the illest mc

While he is going mc down

It's just my soda mixed with brown

If his bitch insist on getting sick

You see, i'm not just your average mc

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Mc f.l.o.w. is just an abbreviation,

Trick trick got them passes

//moo$e verse 2 [ignore this]

But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick

This lyrical silencer silencing any kind if mc

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

I never though then i'd become an mc,

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

I run 8 squared miles, exponent mekhi phifer