Adam Yauch - The Sounds of Science lyrics

Now here we go dropping science, dropping it all over Like bumping around the town like when you're driving a Range Rover Expanding the horizon and expanding the parameters Expanding the rhymes of s**a MC amateurs Naugles, Issac Newton, a scientific EZ Ben Franklin with the kite, gettin' ova with the key Now rock, shocker the mike of the many times, times the times tables Rock well to tell, dispel, all of the old fables Cuz I be dropping the new science and I be kicking the new k-nowledge An emcee to a degree that you can't get in college Now the dregs of the Earth and the eggs that I eat I've got pegs through my hands and one through my feet Shea Stadium, the radium, E.M.D. squared Kicked out of the Palladium, '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 dis you" Waxin' and milkin' All of y'all 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 s**as with the badges and the blue jackets Professor 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 piece of toast I'm goin' out first cla**, 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 equations Well, Cheech wizard in a snow blizzard Eat a chicken gizzard with a girl named Lizzy [Dropping science like Galileo dropped the orange]