[Verse 1] Step to me here on this floor? Come to duel? Like those before You've got your words but None I haven't heard Your being tested, I'm your prock-tor There's pattern within your tricks I see you building, stacking bricks My hammer is poised to swing come, I'll Be your sundering Crumbling all your rhetoric steel on steel, stone on stone I've been sharpened, keenly honed In this arena I am sovereign You're nothing but a novice When silence falls, I'll sit alone On Sophia's throne [Verse 2] Stoic, gnostic, or solopist I spit logic you can't dismiss came for heads, not sophistry Turn your theorem to debris I'm sharp of tongue, quick of wit Got no good faith, but better pray I see through every fallacy "Whatabout" ain't salvation So accept this education And embrace reality [breakdown] post hoc ergo proptor hoc Tick - tock Your time has come, better run Sick with genetic fallacy Think you're prepared to best me? You're out here picking cherries Ad hominem again and again but you'll never win Because the only law to which you may appeal Is Me [Verse 3] Cut yourself on Occam's razor I'm a master, you're just a baiter Hiding behind "well let's suppose" Weakling emperor with no clothes quit now and do yourself a favor Violence I don't condone Served your poison in my home And I spit back purified With eloquence undenied Crushed falsehoods under the stone Of Sophia's Throne [Verse 4] A pseudointellectual exposed before the whole damn world A true Scotsman, you got kilt In this mental palace I have built Down a slippery slope you got hurled Come back again once you've grown Take another tour of my discomfort zone The whole point of the debate Is true from false to separate Climb the mount all on your own To kneel at Sophia's throne You're out here picking cherries Ad hominem again and again but you'll never win Because the only law to which you may appeal Is Me
