Mad Word Scientists Ft. Poetikmind

Poetikmind:

Like locusts, our focus
is causin' a stir
Mixin' madness with  melody
so fast it's a blur
Two men meant to meet,
our mind's combined comprised this
It's an experiment that'll prove
we're certified Mad, Word Scientists...




Poetikmind:

We confine tests to laboratories best
yet it's more refined to define our mind as we crest, fueling the fires
burning in our chests...

Hence, we tinker with our scripture
to craft a verbal picture, to sustain
the glow, we persistently flow
discombobulation of substance
ebbing from our 'pour' adding
a dash of 'know' as it escapes
from the pores  an eminent eruption
this explosive production
teetering on the edge
of a verbal blast...

Still, I'm just one of two,
mad word scientists,
El Baby, won't you take this verse
as the vial I pass...

El Baby:

Suffering from a disorder of the mind, of me
Except I'm able to think clearly
While mixing this potent potion
I shall call it DUP.
For it has combined two unique formulas
From different parts of the world
Known in poetic science,
As expressing mad information symbolically.
For this mathematical equation of formulas
Poetikmind plus E.L. Baby
Equals mad-word-scientist.

A Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde mysteria
Blended with Albert Einstein brilliance
Two creative minds formed as one
Letting of a spark
That flickers into flames
My poets,
Once you've  seen the pairing
of the two
You should of known
Our union would be fire
Gasoline not needed,
For this chemical combustion.
Being I'm the molecular poetic oxygen
Poetikmind is the poetic heat
DUP is the hydrogen needed
To make this chemical combustion complete.
Burn baby burn
As the world watches
The workings of true
Mad Word Scientists...