ELZhi, Fes Roc - The Science lyrics

We have to understand that we're talking
About our survival and nothing else
Whether or not this beautiful race of people
Is going to survive on the Earth
That's what we are talking about
Nothing else

Shots bust in, cops rush in
On niggas hustling
You know the science of money is substance
The evils my peoples, live illegal
Stack dough that equals
To large amounts, that's hard to count
I blow an ounce and watch the plot thicken
We on the block pitching
While the cops watch with optic vision
Listen, my hood is chaos, it never sleeps
Crime's got us knee deep in the streets, uh
Between the sheets
I write verses, while the Devil curses
Watching young kingpins get put in hearses
The fiends lurking for the dream merchant
Their last days seems certain
He overdose before they close the curtain

Tryna tackle the grind
Stress hard on my soul
And shackle my mind, making my heart cold
And my head hot, cause's bread not
Coming in and I'm losing my cool
Like the summer wind strolling through
My goal is to stand on the
Bottom of my feet again
Even if it means robbing then I
Got 'em in the street in
Broad day and no this ain't of God's way
So I'm hoping
If opportunity knocked, then mine locked
Doors open

I'm living fast
But cash is moving slow in motion
I'm going through ups and downs
Like I'm roller coasting
Riding, hiding feelings behind a wide grin
I almost died inside when
I couldn't provide ends
Meet, wish I could say life's been sweet
In street drama, the thermometer blends heat
Heat, I'm tryna find a way
Depression is grew high
I search for a blue sky
But I'm seein signs of gray
I got a line I say, if I come with two
And combine a trey, add a fourth
I watch how these words on a
Pad'll morph into a rhyme
This might get me out the
Sewer grime, many get stuck, few'll climb
They pursue a crime because my city's so poor
My nigga Jay got killed
Robbing this video store
Tryna provide for his seed, seed
He felt his world caving in
Before the day that he bleed and indeed
Greed will fuck your mind if
You give it brain
Or give it head, that's one the same
As long as blood's running
Through my hundred veins
It'll come together whether the weather
Is sun or rain


It's been another murder, where
It never shine, shine
Hustlers off in these streets
Agin like fine wine
Ever the lost souls at the age of nine, grind
Grew eyes in the back of my
Head for who behind mine
That backstab, smack dab in your stacked abs
'til it black scab
Feel the pressure like cracked crab
They say the streets is watching
When clicks meet they leave you
Six feet inboxed in
The block's been good to the hood
Got hella bad
Some young fellas that caught slippin
Can tell he sad fuck it, that's how it go
You just got to keep your eyes peeled
Heard about some guys killed inside
My old junior high's field
They said a crackhead did it for white powder
He fiending and so he left 'em leaning
I seen 'em
To just a day ago, that's the way it go
Where they ain't paying dough
So get to laying low

Man, make you want to do somethin crazy man
Get on that 2Pac, Juice tip
Get to robbing a liquor store or something