Lyrics
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
Naugles, Isaac Newton, a scientific EZ
Ben Franklin with the kite, gettin' over with the key
Now rock shockin' the mike of the 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 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 got pegs through my hands and one through my feet
Shea Stadium, the radium, EMD squared
Kicked out of the Palladium, you think that I cared?
It's the sound of science
The sound 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-sized D-cup
Order the Quarter Deluxe, why don'tcha wake up?
My mind is kinda flowing like an oil projector
Had to get up and 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 whatcha like (Huh)
Drunk as a skunk am I from celebration
To peep that freak unique penetration
Well, I figured out who makes the crack
It's the suckas with the badges and the blue jackets
Professor of science 'cause I keep droppin' it
I smell weed 'cause y'all keep packin' it
People always ask me what's the phenomenon
Yo, what's up? Yo, what's goin' on?
No one really knows what I'm talkin' about
And 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've got science for any occasion
Postulating theorems, formulating equations
Well, Cheech Wizard in a snow blizzard
Eating chicken gizzards with a girl named Lizzy
Droppin' science like Galileo dropped the orange
