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The Sounds Of Sceince

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 sucker M.C. amateurs
     Naugels, Isaac Newton A Scientific E.Z.
     A Ben Franklin with the kite a getting over with the key
     Now rock shocking 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've been kicking the
     new ka-knowledge
     An M.C. to a degree that you can't get in college
     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
     Got 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 dis you
     Waxin' and milkin'
     All ya'll square heads...
     Time and money for girls covered with honey
     You lie and aspire to be as cunning
     Reeling 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
     Huh D.
     Drunk a skunk am I from the celebration
     To peep that freak unique penetration
     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 you keep poppin' it
     And people always asking what's the phenomenon
     Yo what's up yo what's going 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 upon the dance floor
     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 going out first class ain't going out coach
     Rock my Adidas never rock Fila
     *I do not sniff the coke I only smoke sinsemilla*
     Well...
     With my nose I knows and with my scopes I scope
     What I live I write and that is strictly rope
     I've got science for any occasion
     Postulating theorems formulating equations
     Cheech wizard in a snow blizzard
     Eating chicken gizzards with a girl named Lizzy
     Dropping science like Galileo dropped the orange



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