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The Sounds Of Science
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ad‐Rock
Vocals
MCA
MCA
Vocals
Mike D
Mike D
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Horovitz
Adam Horovitz
Songwriter
Adam Yauch
Adam Yauch
Songwriter
Matt Dike
Matt Dike
Songwriter
John King
John King
Songwriter
John Lennon
John Lennon
Composer
Paul McCartney
Paul McCartney
Composer
Michael Diamond
Michael Diamond
Songwriter
Mike Simpson
Mike Simpson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Beastie Boys
Beastie Boys
Producer
The Dust Brothers
The Dust Brothers
Producer
Mario Caldato Jr
Mario Caldato Jr
Engineer
Allan Abrahamson
Allan Abrahamson
Assistant Recording Engineer
Ad‐Rock
Producer
E.Z. Mike
E.Z. Mike
Producer
King Gizmo
King Gizmo
Producer
MCA
MCA
Producer
Mike D
Mike D
Producer

Songtexte

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 horizons and expanding the parameters Expanding the rhymes of sucka MC amateurs Naugles, Isaac Newton, a scientific EZ Ben Franklin with the kite, gettin' over with the key Now rock shockin' the mike of the many times, times the times tables Rock well to tell, dispel all of the old fables 'Cause I've been dropping the new science And I've been kicking the new knowledge An MC to a degree that you can't get in college Now the dregs of the earth and the eggs that I eat I got pegs through my hands and one through my feet Shea Stadium, the radium, EMD squared Kicked out of the Palladium, you think that I cared? It's the sound of science The sound of science Science Rope-A-Dope The newest in new "Right up to your face and diss 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 berserk 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 (Huh) 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 Professor of science 'cause I keep droppin' it I smell weed 'cause y'all keep packin' 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 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 'Cause I'm gonna die, gonna die one day 'Cause I'm goin' and goin' and goin' this way Not like a roach or a piece of toast I'm goin' out first class, ain't goin' out coach Rock my Adidas, never rock Fila "I do not sniff the coke, I only smoke the sinsemilla" Well, with my nose I knows, and with my scopes I scope What I live I write, and that is strictly rope I've got science for any occasion Postulating theorems, formulating equations Well, Cheech Wizard in a snow blizzard Eating chicken gizzards with a girl named Lizzy Droppin' science like Galileo dropped the orange
Writer(s): Matt Dike, Michael S. Simpson, Adam Nathaniel Yauch, John Robert King, Adam Horovitz, Paul James Mccartney, Michael Louis Diamond, John Winston Lennon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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