〈 Berger | Dillon 〉

Far be it from me to berate the evolution of your eigenstate, but it's just a phase in your base space, complex coefficients in a circular race, rho keeping pace with unit trace. But life ain't that easy, for trouble awaits, evolution is the enemy of all physical states,

a word to the wise, freedom comes at a price, gauge your freedom well or meet your demise, the price is constraint of order one two or three, summoning the ghosts of B, R, S and T.

Like a mic drop on a Fibbonanci curve. To bring this to battle you gotta have alot of nerve. Like using python this ain't no beta...sitting on the half line of the Riemann Zeta. If all your states aren't Unitary, This rap battles gonna get scary...

I stay unitary, preserving probability. So what’s observed is conserved expect my humility. I drop the mic like factors of 2, Then throw it back in so the equality’s true. Call me whatever, but one thing remains You gonna call me Killing vector after you catch this pain

“My flow is the truth, a Hip-Hop glucose boost And everybody else know it too Step forward, touch the speaker, activate the DNA reader Looks like we got us a tweaker.”