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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 sucker M.C. amateurs Naugels, Isaac Newton Scientific E.Z. Ben Franklin with the kite getting over with the key Rock shocking the mic as many times times the times tables Rock well to tell dispel all of the old fables I've been dropping the new science and kicking the new 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 Public service announcement 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 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 People always asking what's the phenomenon Yo what's up know 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 not going out coach Rock my Adidas never rock Fila *I do not sniff the coke I only smoke sinsemilla* 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 when Galileo dropped his orange
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