Lyrics:
How many eyes a potatoes have it rock it science
Complex biotech thats raised in the projects
cttack of the fire jets the violence swept under
and she was peeping my dick
I went from Denver off to Dallas that's a decent assist
They had to sign away their talent like a cease and desist
I be ready
lip niggas singin' to cops need to box it
Stop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks
The fiends geeked, new faces get wrapped in sheets
I
lip niggas singin' to cops need to box it
Stop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks
The fiends geeked, new faces get wrapped in sheets
I
explain
My plateau, and also, what defines my name
First it was Nasty, but times have changed
Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my science for
explain
My plateau, and also, what defines my name
First it was Nasty, but times have changed
Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my science for
secretions
The earth's scent from a furnace, quiet
Priest is teaching
Big Apple's a hassle, project tabernacles
Telling stories through the urban tattoos
You can call it science-fiction
But that doesn't make it so
You can scoff at my predictions
But someday you'll all know
You may think you're clever
the enemy like Hedwig 'til he petrefied
Any petty Peter Petigrew could get the pesticide
79th, 79th, I don't believe in science
I believe in signs
Don't
shattering
Fear in the air, the souls are scattering
Riding Poseidon's wake
Swear I can feel the earth shake
Summon your courage, spare your cowardice
All
What's the science, the 411, can't do me none
Still ghetto, I rhyme ghetto, my brother's ghetto
Never say die and never settle
For anythin less than what
4
3
2
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Have you heard the story about the boy who made a rocket?
He had all the things he needed, good friends and all the science
Gathered
sword, and praise the Lord
Enrage the war on this wicked society
[RZA]
The village must be pillaged
The merciless, the Earth is damp from blood spillage
he found it
A place called Earth, blue and green
It was their arrival
The plants, the trees, extraordinary things
Great place for science
So
satellites don't exist
I'm saying that it's theoretically absurd
To think these devices orbit the earth
Coz I've seen em hanging from big balloons
Even
of malt licquor end a nigga
I touch the mic and universally greet
Rising earths with peace
And you know how I'm like that
Do this for blacks stranded in
After a while your style's tasteless and it GOT NO FLAVOR
[Bahamadia]
Projects my eyesights to the heavens like dead or wise sages
Release what I hold
What niggas deal, they last 24 I did in the first
Before the doctor cleaned off the afterbirth
I kicked a verse, smoked a blunt, shooked the Earth
of stairs
Just like Batman, if you lookin' where it's dark,
I might be there, Bitch, I was that youngin' in the projects
like a science fair, If you ain't my
Earth
In the lookout for a shortcut
Facing death is not an option
Science can’t save her now
Life cannot be bought with gold
Should I stay and embrace
the end
And if you fit the trend then Protect Ya Neck
Shaolin, INS, Killa Hill Projects
No one on this earth, can hold me
No one on this earth, can fool me
a while your style's tasteless and it GOT NO FLAVOR
Projects my eyesights to the heavens like dead or wise sages
Release what I hold save it through my
I leave the dirt to the experts
White coats and shiny objects
I jump their lifeboat science project
We got a floater
Guinea pig overboard
Stone sober
all out
Beat the concrete, magic carpet
Through the neighbourhood, through the project
Getting them hours and pass the college
No withdrawals
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