Beastie Boys

Beastie Boys - The Sounds Of Science lyrics

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Like bumping around the town like when you're driving a Range Rover
 Expanding the horizon and expanding the perameter
 Expanding the rhymes of sucka MC amateurs
 Naugels, Issac Newton a scientific E.Z.
 Ben Franklin with the kite, getting over with the key
 Now rock, shocker the mike of the many times, times the times tables
 Rock well to tell the spell all of the old fables
 Cuz I be dropping the new science and I be kicking the new k-nowledge
 An MC to a degree that you can't get in college
 Now the drags of the Earth and the EGGS that I eat
 I got tacks through my hands and one through my feet
 Shea Stadium the radium, E.M.D. squared
 Kicked out of the Palledium, 'dja think that I cared?
 It's the sounds...of science, the sounds...of science

 (Ad Rock)
 Rope-a-Dope!
 the newest in new, "right up to your face and dissed you"
 waxin' and milkin' all of you 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 bezerk 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
 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
 Proffesor of science cuz I keep droppin' it
 I smell weak cuz y'all keep poppin' 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...
 [DJ scratching]
 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
 Cuz I'm gonna die, gonna die one day
 Cuz I'm goin' and goin' and goin' this way
 Not like a roach or a peace of toast
 I'm goin' out first class, ain't goin' out coach
 Rock my Adidas, never rock Filas
 [I do not sniff the coke, I only smoke the sinsemilla]
 Well with my nose I knows and with my scope I scopes
 What I live I write and that's strictly rope
 I got science for any occasion
 Postulating theorems formulating equasions
 Cheech wizard in a snow blizzard
 Eat a chicken gizzard with a girl named Lizzy
 [Dropping science like Galileo dropped the orange
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Brooklyn Dust Music, Capitol Records, Inc.

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Released in: 1989

Language: English

Appearing on: Paul's Boutique (2018)

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