Hall of Science (feat. Foul Monday & Flushing Teck)
Unsure of tomorrow
So welcome to the state of mind
World you used to know Evaporated over
Space and time
Now we in the dark searching for Marks
Im making mine
Fighting every illness created
To overtake your mind
Shake your spine out its column
You discombobulated
Living like a suspect in custody
Not cooperating
I been against the grain
No need to explain
All the self medication to
Balance out the terrain
How i patent the strain
Like im packaging the pure
Kill the rhythm for free and
Charge a fee for the cure
Cancel the world tour
Cuz the earth needs cleansing
Bunch of rappers think they ill but
Not worthy of mention
Never question the mechanics With the
Dirtiest wrenches
You heard the adventures
Why would you observe the Pretenders
Catch the spirit like its early
December but fuck a holiday
What kind of rhyme would you Leave behind If you died today
Callin my street prophets
Getting street profits
Competing for deep pockets so no One Needs college
I studied the street scholars
With the street knowledge
Who be seekin them seeet dollas
Fuck tryin to be honest
That American dream shit
Working 9 to 5 but a ninja ain't
Seein shit
I rather play the line
I'd rather see your spine
Kicked right out of you back
If you think I'm taking a loss
Your high on crack
Play the joint and hit rewind
Get you high on that
My money is first nature and
My minds on track
Matter fact Mr. Monday and Family is
After hours every time
Only mention my name
Amongst the sublime
Super serious the furious and fast
Get caught off guard when
Facades be as soft is chalk
It's Queens shit
Mean shit
Fuck what you thought
Pay attention to the lessons thats Brought
Its more than the talent of rap
Beyond the mortal mind of minds
Its mine they wanna be at
You better squeeze back with all That tough Tony talk
Because it's Hard to walk
Without a kneecap
Lotta say that Teck fell off
Be them same nikkas
Lame nikkas that my aim
Take they brain off
I aint talking about the crosshairs
But in war alls fair
Business booming for undertakers
And pallbearers
Steady faking because they know All the
Whores here
And they stuck with the boogers With dirty Horsehair
Never mind me but every now and Then
I tend to Black on how raps and Rhymes be
Hurt me to my heart
Witnessin fakers make it
Tearing apart the genre
A lot of us kept it sacred
Take away all the jewelry designer Threads
And foreign cars
Bitches asses lashes and custom Leotards
Only a few would be standing
If we leave it to bars
My feet be planted
Handed to n after ours
Simple division divide the pie
We was givin
Da object is get the product
Because of the competition
Make sure that its brolic
Gain the consumers interest
You get what you pay for at
25 for the eighth it's a waste
For the fire
I would pay more
Product of my environment
You're fucking with retirement
Skies aint the limit
It's digits and how you get it
Travelling while im ballin
Never movin my pivot
Haters I get them off me
You feeling froggy
Then Ribbit
Easily disassemble your mental And show
You timid
After the satisfaction of getting it How you
Live it
Penalize them for penis riding
They think
They hiding
It's easy to spot the cheapest Disguises we
See em evil eyein
Actors dying for awards
Reward them with iron
Stat defiant we beatin the odds
Every time in
High flyin you already know what Time it is
Tough talk put ya corpse where The Hall of Science is
So welcome to the state of mind
World you used to know Evaporated over
Space and time
Now we in the dark searching for Marks
Im making mine
Fighting every illness created
To overtake your mind
Shake your spine out its column
You discombobulated
Living like a suspect in custody
Not cooperating
I been against the grain
No need to explain
All the self medication to
Balance out the terrain
How i patent the strain
Like im packaging the pure
Kill the rhythm for free and
Charge a fee for the cure
Cancel the world tour
Cuz the earth needs cleansing
Bunch of rappers think they ill but
Not worthy of mention
Never question the mechanics With the
Dirtiest wrenches
You heard the adventures
Why would you observe the Pretenders
Catch the spirit like its early
December but fuck a holiday
What kind of rhyme would you Leave behind If you died today
Callin my street prophets
Getting street profits
Competing for deep pockets so no One Needs college
I studied the street scholars
With the street knowledge
Who be seekin them seeet dollas
Fuck tryin to be honest
That American dream shit
Working 9 to 5 but a ninja ain't
Seein shit
I rather play the line
I'd rather see your spine
Kicked right out of you back
If you think I'm taking a loss
Your high on crack
Play the joint and hit rewind
Get you high on that
My money is first nature and
My minds on track
Matter fact Mr. Monday and Family is
After hours every time
Only mention my name
Amongst the sublime
Super serious the furious and fast
Get caught off guard when
Facades be as soft is chalk
It's Queens shit
Mean shit
Fuck what you thought
Pay attention to the lessons thats Brought
Its more than the talent of rap
Beyond the mortal mind of minds
Its mine they wanna be at
You better squeeze back with all That tough Tony talk
Because it's Hard to walk
Without a kneecap
Lotta say that Teck fell off
Be them same nikkas
Lame nikkas that my aim
Take they brain off
I aint talking about the crosshairs
But in war alls fair
Business booming for undertakers
And pallbearers
Steady faking because they know All the
Whores here
And they stuck with the boogers With dirty Horsehair
Never mind me but every now and Then
I tend to Black on how raps and Rhymes be
Hurt me to my heart
Witnessin fakers make it
Tearing apart the genre
A lot of us kept it sacred
Take away all the jewelry designer Threads
And foreign cars
Bitches asses lashes and custom Leotards
Only a few would be standing
If we leave it to bars
My feet be planted
Handed to n after ours
Simple division divide the pie
We was givin
Da object is get the product
Because of the competition
Make sure that its brolic
Gain the consumers interest
You get what you pay for at
25 for the eighth it's a waste
For the fire
I would pay more
Product of my environment
You're fucking with retirement
Skies aint the limit
It's digits and how you get it
Travelling while im ballin
Never movin my pivot
Haters I get them off me
You feeling froggy
Then Ribbit
Easily disassemble your mental And show
You timid
After the satisfaction of getting it How you
Live it
Penalize them for penis riding
They think
They hiding
It's easy to spot the cheapest Disguises we
See em evil eyein
Actors dying for awards
Reward them with iron
Stat defiant we beatin the odds
Every time in
High flyin you already know what Time it is
Tough talk put ya corpse where The Hall of Science is
Credits
Writer(s): Brendan Noer
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