Song: Marvelous Scientific
Artist: Rationale aka James Crawford
Album: Metaphysiks
Year: 2003

(Verse One)
Yo, the way I represent's historically unprecedented/
Anthropologists are geeked and eager to document it/
I lyrically grab light and bend it through concentration/
And proper technique I form a phonic constellation/
And so I shine bright in a phenomenal pattern/
Almost inspiring like the rings around Saturn/
My duty as a descriptive lyricist/
Is to be monumentally magnanimous like the pyramids/
See, in laymans terms, I'll display my words/
In a way that I make rappers look way absurd/
I spit exact, immaculate, savage raps that'll hit/
And split your melon open like it got bashed with a brick/
Yo, my rappin's that sick, grace mics, display a rhyme/
In a didactic manner not entertain or waste your time/
But change ya frame of mind, so sit back and relax/
Cause a clear mind's conducive to learning and as a matter of fact/
Sometimes I feel like I'm a teacher with a background in rap/
And I'm lecturing my students with blackboards and graphs/
It's all logic, think black and white in terms of content/
And don't act like common sense is such a novel concept/
That's nonsense, I'll say scrap it and what's next/
To be honest if it's impractical I could give a fuck less/
It doesn't capture my interest it's all baggage and gimmicks/
Dead weight, I elevate above acts and an image/
And constantly build so that I'm surpassin my limits/
And all you dumb asses are finished when I'm rappin with physics/

(Verse Two)
Yo, sound is a projection of expansions and compressions/
Traveling in equal timed intervals in succession/
And friction liquefies solids with pressure and heat/ 
So, when I speak my piece I leave impressions in concrete/
With air masses now saturated with vibrations/
Of different amplitudes, frequencies and modulations/
I'm propagatin shockwaves that transverse the earth/
From the initial disturbance when I serve my verse/
Man, is that clear?  I'm distorting the stratosphere/
Simple harmonic motion rippling the surface of the atmosphere/
And what you hear can't be expressed in decibels/ (hell no)
It's kinetic energy whose intensity immeasurable/
My potential's volatile like superheated gasses/
Or beryllium isotopes in super-critical masses/

(Verse Three)
My tongue's like the spectrograph on an oscilloscope/
And operates with a charge of 20,000 kilovolts/
I connect syllables at a thousand amps apiece/
So each node twenty gigawatts to fry an emcee/
It's an opportunity for me to rep musically/
And present a breakthrough in the scientific community/
Only after analysis and taxing calculus/
Would you only begin to understand exactly how I spit/
And then you bear witness to the prolific gifted/
Known to leave emcee's lids lifted and flipped when I rip this/
When I release my record, I'll assemble the press kit/
To include advanced fiber optics and cybernetics/
Yo, half of my efforts go towards pleasing my fans/
And the other is to technologically compete with Japan/
Bio-mechanic insanity, arithmatic calamity/
Avionics, robotics, physics, profanity/
Weak minded rappers I laugh at knowledge they're droppin/
Cause everything they learned ain't even half of what I'm forgotten/
I labor in my lab working on my CD/
Tryin to decide if I should advertise with pop-sci or TV/
My words are hand picked, weighed and carefully balanced/
My freestylin alone is an academic challenge/
I remain immersed in relentless research for days/
And receive college credit for every single verse I blaze/
For every term I slaved, heated up and droppin it/
I've got my master's in rap and I'm workin on my doctorates/
Then you can address Rationale as professor/
Enroll in my class and take notes on everyone of my lectures/
Practice my strategies of cannonade/
Actively at it for days and still only pass with an average grade/
Like "I don't understand, how the fuck does he do it?"/
Come on, don't be foolish, this is my expertise stupid!/
Incredible, intellectual, lyric compressor/
Centuries ahead of my time like Nikola Tesla/
I told you before that I'm fresh, quoted and bold/
And follow the contour of my threshold when I flow/
Yo, in other words I'm meticulous when I'm spittin it/
And precise with my rap so people can envision it/
And understand the message like "Oh, now I'm gettin it"/
And realize that I really am lyrically articulate!