can make a run for it we've got this down to a science baby don't be afraid, be very afraid we've got this down to a science baby we don't make mistakes
we can make a run for it we've got this down to a science baby don't be afraid, be very afraid we've got this down to a science baby we don't make mistakes
as an F-fifteen Raise the heat, light the gasoline Overload, it might cause a blackout Dead end, there's no chance to back out Hit the tripwire, duck
off, I ain't even slipped The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights
the blues Hit the pipes off of Roomer just to pass the time Shoot the shit and walk to Shamrock, stole me a wine Get smashed and hit the bus stop when
But the light of day was on them They could see the thrashers coming And the water shone Like diamonds in the dew And I was just gettin' up Hit the
ain't the whitest And none of my prostitutes vaginas got the virus If you see one in the hospital, you could bet it was violence That's the science,
it ain?t hard, see I studied the life-science For years in this, doin songs with my indigineous Peers and shit, hit you with the omnipotent gland The
there It's over, it's over Hey, yo, who the fuck is that? It's over, run, it's over, run It's over, it's over All science addicts, religious fanatics
don't contort Connect, conduct, collect, console or conceal In full control of the roll of the wheel My eyes are my appliance to decipher the science
logic enables our positions then points us missiles All sided equal... deeper than pistols For instance... unknown the science of forensics Get your backpacked like ten sticks Hit like ten sticks hit
favor say aye. big science. hallelujah. big science. Layheehoo. hey professor! could you turn out the lights? let's roll the film. big science. hallelujah. every man, every man for himself. big science
of myself like telepathy Make most crews disappear like blackheads on Oxy creme Under the lights I fuck up mics with my uncanny ability to heat seek Through brain facilities with the science
mere, c'mere, c'mere, c'mere, turn the lights out Turn the lights out, c'mon through Back up, back up, they lookin' Aiyyo, son, I'ma hit that nigga right
when you fuck it it fart Friend or foe, freak for the rims that glow Rock Timbs if it's summer or ten below Love the streets, the science of the drugs
[Rae] No tricks, no tricks baby [Nas] Yeah, aiyyo Rae [Ghf] Check it out y'all [Nas] It's the science [Ghf] Fly wonderful [Rae] Yeah y'all
live what he did, what this nigga said Remember when his mans got there, the whole shit was set up Shut up, whole fam want the science and the letter
