Einstein Vs Stephen Hawking - Epic Rap Battles Of History #7 Lyrics - Singles - Erb

Albert Einstein 

When I apply my battle theory, minds are relatively blown. 

So take a seat, Steve. Oops, I see you brought your own. 

What's with your voice? I can't frickin tell. 

You sound like WALL-E having sex with a speak-and-spell. 

I'll school you anywhere MIT to Oxford. 

All your fans with be like: "Um, that was Hawk-ward." 

I'm as dope as two rappers. You better be scared. 

'cause that means: Albert E. equals mc². 

Stephen Hawking 

You've got no idea what you're messing with here boy. 

I got 12 inch rims on my chair, that's how I roll y'all. 

You look like someone glued a mustache on a troll doll. 

I'll be stretching out the rhyme, like gravity stretches time. 

When you try to put your little p-brane against this kind of mind. 

I'm the best. I'm the Snoop Dogg of science. 

I'll be dropping mad apples on your head from the shoulder of giants. 

Albert Einstein 

I'm a giant whose shoulders you'd have stood on, if you could stand. 

I'll give you a brief history of pain with the back of my hand. 

You can't destroy matter or me, for serious! 

Ripping holes in you bigger than the hole in your black hole theory was. 

Stephen Hawking 

There are 10 million, million, million, million, 

Million, million, million, million, million 

Particles in the universe that we can observe. 

Your mama took the ugly ones and put them into one nerd. 

You wanna bring the heat with them mushroom clouds you're making. 

I'm about to bake raps from scratch, like Carl Sagan. 

And while it's true that my work is based on you. 

I'm a super computer you're like a TI-82. Oooh!