The Sounds of Science

Now here we go dropping science, dropping it all over
Like bumping around the town, like when you're driving a Range Rover
Expanding the horizons and expanding the parameters
Expanding the rhymes of sucka MC amateurs

And Naugels, Isaac Newton, and scientific EZ
Ben Franklin with the kite, gettin' over with the key
Now rock-shockin' the mic as many times, times the times tables
Rock well to tell dispel all of the old fables

'Cause I've been dropping the new science
And I be kickin' the new k-knowledge
An MC to a degree that you can't get in college
Now the dregs of the earth and the eggs that I eat

I've got pegs through my hands and one through my feet
Shea Stadium, the radium, E-M-D squared
Kicked out of the Palladium, you think that I cared?
It's the sound of science
The sounds of science
Science

Rope-a-dope
The newest in new
(Right up to your face and diss you)
Waxin' and milkin' all of y'all square heads

Time and money for girls covered with honey
You lie and aspire to be as cunning
Reelin' and rockin' and rollin' B size, D cup
Order the quarter deluxe, why don't you wake up?

My mind is kinda flowin' like an oil projector
Had to get up to get the Jimmy protector
Went berserk and worked and exploded
She woke up in the morning and her face was coated

Buddy, you study the man on the mic
D, do what you like, homie
Well, drunk as a skunk am I the celebration
To peep that freak unique penetration

Well, I figured out who makes the crack
It's the suckers with the badges and the blue jackets
A professor of science 'cause I keep droppin' it
I smell weak 'cause y'all keep poppin' it

And people always asking what's the phenomenon
Yo, what's up? Yo, what's goin' on?
No one really knows what I'm talking about
Yeah, that's right, my name's Yauch

Ponce De Leon, constantly on
The fountain of youth, not Robotron
Peace is a word I've heard before
So move and move and move up on the dance floor

'Cause I'm gonna die, gonna die one day
'Cause I'm goin' and goin' and goin' this way
Not like a roach or a piece of toast
I'm goin' out first class, ain't goin' out coach

Rock my Adidas, never rock FILA
I do not sniff the coke, I only smoke the sinsemilla
Well, with my nose, I knows and with my scopes, I scope
What I live I write and that is strictly rope

I got science for any occasion
Postulating theorems, formulating equations
Well, Cheech Wizard in a snow blizzard
Eating chicken gizzard with a girl named Lizzy

Droppin' science like Galileo dropped the orange



Credits
Writer(s): Matt Dike, Michael S. Simpson, Adam Nathaniel Yauch, John Robert King, Adam Horovitz, Paul James Mccartney, Michael Louis Diamond, John Winston Lennon
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