The Science Of The Two

Vocalist with an iron fist
(Scientist) on a path to bliss
Like a sorcerer I carefully conduct the orchestra
(With the knowledge of a chemist I got the special formula)

Lone warrior, solo vet
Boba Fett, double up the dolo threat
Edan connect with Insight on my left
(That's right!) The science of the two is in effect

Ten, nine, eight, great, seven, six
Five, get live four, get raw
We came, we saw, we rocked the set, bet
Double trouble, though we both triple threats

Now that's three we cut, produce, and emcee
That's true, you're fucking with a two man crew
We got a run, it's all about having fun
But the countdown ends at one

Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, f-fuck 'em, f-fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em
The kids onstage is ill, they can't touch 'em
Put 'em on a grill 'till they properly done
And then eat 'em up one by one

Who's next In five minutes, duplex
Twelve story brain with a view of the projects
Spitting battle bullets is a personal pastime
For bursting the wax plate with versatile, vast rhymes

Some satellites transmit the best shit
Blast away the rest the directionless
We be the cultural, sculpture the space and time molded
Assalamu alaikum blindfolded

Supercalifragilistic Mystique
Pistol Pete The one with the crystal teeth
Visibly spit a speech puzzle, you scream "Uncle!"
Knuckle up, fuck around, catch an uppercut

The apparatus gets blessed by the wax platter
Your shit shatter to getting split and splattered
I diss a rapper like it didn't matter disintegrate 'em
The combination of lethal lyricism and rhythm made it

My brain is swimming in a different matrix
We got paid when we stepped on stage plus I did it naked
Strong shoutout to those who didn't make it
To see the best of it the planet is cold and desolate

I get affectionate to the beat like a set of tits
Predicate proposal, my flow shows you
Which way you're gonna take in a display
Facing this way is a typical mistake

So don't even try to fuck with the incredible two
Instead of putting lead in your crew, we're spreading the true facts
You didn't know that, you knew that, pick up the new wax
React to the fact that it's on your record store racks

Support what you consider to be the elite
Instead of clocking the media hype, we meteorites
So media might control to hype the show up
To blow up, now let me hear you chant because we showed up