It’s the sound of science.
It’s the sound of science.
And if you want beef, then bring the ruckus.
The land of the free? Whoever told you that is your enemy.
We can get down.
You think that you can front when revelation comes?
I bomb atomically, Socrates’ philosophies and hypotheses can’t define how I be droppin’ these mockeries.
Let’s push things forward.
No sleep ‘till Brooklyn.
This is the future sound.
Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler ’round my way.
My quality control captivates your party patrol.
Another dimension, new galaxy, intergalactic planetary.
‘Cause you can’t, you won’t, and you don’t stop.
Move swift as light, a thousand years in one night, in flight with insight.
Still taking my time to perfect the beat, and I still got love for the streets.
It’s just that I’m old school like that, roll that rap over soul loops like that.
I lay awake and strap myself in the bed with a bulletproof vest on and shoot myself in the head.
Ooh la la la, it’s the way that we rock when we’re doing our thing.
Now gone off the mental plane, to spark the brain with the building to be born.
So won’t the real Slim Shady please stand up?
Well, I’m a singer, dancer, we bulletproof brothers. Wu-Tang got the answer.
Who’s house? Run’s house.
Dart clapper, ran like a snapper, watch out for Cappa.
Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic.
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride.
Obviously, they came to portion up his fortune, sounds to me like that old robbery extortion.
Now this looks like a job for me, so everybody just follow me.
We be the crew, guess who, the jayou.
Everybody let’s git doe.
Ain’t nothing gon’ stop kid from getting his due. No, your feets not big enough to fit in his shoe.
Tillin’ the wasteland sands, raps on backs of treasure maps, stacks to the ceilin’ fan.
What is there to talk about? You was just frontin’, now it ain’t nothin’, ain’t that somethin’?
Beef is when I see you, guaranteed to be in ICU.
Represent represent.
My slang is editorial explicit material, briefcase yo, live in stereo flow.
Everybody report to the dance floor – it’s your chance for a little romance-or.
That’s the joint, that’s the jam, turn that s— up, play it again.
In New York, the people talk and try to make us rhyme, they really hawk, but we just walk because we have no time.
I sell rhymes like dimes.
Ooh baby, every time we kiss, hot lava.
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle, don’t act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto.
My poems were found next to dinosaur bones, perform by the elders before the kings thrown.
We holding onto what’s golden, on a stage I rage and I’m rollin’.
This is it, what? Luchini pouring from the sky.
Five days you work, one whole day to play. Come on everybody, wear your roller skates today.
Hip hop just died this mornin’ and she’s dead, she’s dead.
Woke up in the morning, like ten A.M. Walked passed the Listerine, went straight for the gin.
While y’all get it goin’, we’ll get it done.
Formed in a very strong advanced post, east to west coast, ahead of time, competition not even half close.
We’re the renegades of funk.