Buck 65 - You Know The Science lyrics
[Buck 65 - You Know The Science lyrics]
If you're anything like me
You probably don't read The Source
Anymore, and miss crews like the JVC Force
Don't stop, show no shame, dance to disco
And you know the baddest DJs
Come from San Francisco
But be sure to tell DJ Static
If you see him please
When you're in Denmark
He was robbed at the DMCs
Shouts out to Swamp and other
DJs that were fronted on
And all of those that like
To dig for oldies, yo, the hunt is on
I'm always down to make trades for
Shit with those in the know
I just found another copy of Moog Indigo
I'm on a steady look out for dope breaks
Non-stop all I had to pay was fifty
Cents at a pawn shop
And when it comes to being phat
The best kind of weight gain
Has to be seeing your name
Up on a freight train
Moving galleries of steel to show the giants
To the people all over the world
You know the science
Uh, huh, you know the science
Uh, huh, you know the science
Uh, huh, you know the science
Uh, huh, you know the science
You get buckwild!
I got the Hip-Hop holy ghost in
Each one of my body parts
The needle to the record
Cos that's when the party starts
Hard rocking, it is hell and no way to live
All the time
I don't wanna dwell on the negative
Oh, no, cos I be the self-fronted low
Professional DJ, 1200 Hobo
Crew member, nomad, down to show alliance
To those that's in it for the love
You know the science
Uh, huh, you know the science
Uh, huh, you know the science
Uh, huh, you know the science
You get buckwild!
Rhymes to the beats and showing
No signs of going soft
Gimme a mic and I'm gonna start showing off
I hustle coast to coast
And represent the Sebutones
While I write my rhymes at high
Noon and finetune my own style
Cos every now and then I talk
Shit and curse and swear
Whether I go first or last
I'm no worse for wear
And I combine scratches
And complicated compositions
On the radio, on records, or at competitions
High powered going left to right
And you can switch the role
33 to 45, maneuvering the pitch control
To get get my daily dose of
Arty rock to feel revitalized
And bless the microphone for the
Gods I've always idolized
I pledge allegiance to the beat
Box and the enthusiasts
Especially the ones that are hard to please
And choosiest i gotta keep hope alive for
Those who show defiance
Hip-hop, as a religion, you know the science
"You are not alone this is the
Language of on-again, off-again: the future
And it is digital"
You probably don't read The Source
Anymore, and miss crews like the JVC Force
Don't stop, show no shame, dance to disco
And you know the baddest DJs
Come from San Francisco
But be sure to tell DJ Static
If you see him please
When you're in Denmark
He was robbed at the DMCs
Shouts out to Swamp and other
DJs that were fronted on
And all of those that like
To dig for oldies, yo, the hunt is on
I'm always down to make trades for
Shit with those in the know
I just found another copy of Moog Indigo
I'm on a steady look out for dope breaks
Non-stop all I had to pay was fifty
Cents at a pawn shop
And when it comes to being phat
The best kind of weight gain
Has to be seeing your name
Up on a freight train
Moving galleries of steel to show the giants
To the people all over the world
You know the science
Uh, huh, you know the science
Uh, huh, you know the science
Uh, huh, you know the science
Uh, huh, you know the science
You get buckwild!
I got the Hip-Hop holy ghost in
Each one of my body parts
The needle to the record
Cos that's when the party starts
Hard rocking, it is hell and no way to live
All the time
I don't wanna dwell on the negative
Oh, no, cos I be the self-fronted low
Professional DJ, 1200 Hobo
Crew member, nomad, down to show alliance
To those that's in it for the love
You know the science
Uh, huh, you know the science
Uh, huh, you know the science
Uh, huh, you know the science
You get buckwild!
Rhymes to the beats and showing
No signs of going soft
Gimme a mic and I'm gonna start showing off
I hustle coast to coast
And represent the Sebutones
While I write my rhymes at high
Noon and finetune my own style
Cos every now and then I talk
Shit and curse and swear
Whether I go first or last
I'm no worse for wear
And I combine scratches
And complicated compositions
On the radio, on records, or at competitions
High powered going left to right
And you can switch the role
33 to 45, maneuvering the pitch control
To get get my daily dose of
Arty rock to feel revitalized
And bless the microphone for the
Gods I've always idolized
I pledge allegiance to the beat
Box and the enthusiasts
Especially the ones that are hard to please
And choosiest i gotta keep hope alive for
Those who show defiance
Hip-hop, as a religion, you know the science
"You are not alone this is the
Language of on-again, off-again: the future
And it is digital"