Calculated Combat

Yeah, listen close. Mind sharper than a blade, watch me carve

equations. Every punchline's proof I'm a walking foundation. I've been logic

like steel, calculations on site. Blueprints in my brain, I draft battles

at night. Tattooed with equations, every scar is a theorem. Opponents swinging wild,

but I stand, Euclidian. A thousand martial arts, all encoded in

form. I'm the silence before chaos, the calm in the storm.

Bench a thousand pounds, that's just physical weight. But I lift

paradoxes, heavy truths on my plate. Every strike is a thesis,