Buck 65 - You Know The Science lyrics

[Verse 1] If you're anything like me, you probably don't read The Source Anymore, and miss crews like the JVC Force Don't stop, show no shame, dance to disco And you know the baddest DJs come from San Francisco But be sure to tell DJ Static if you see him please When you're in Denmark, he was robbed at the DMCs Shouts out to Swamp and other DJs that were fronted on And all of those that like to dig for oldies, yo, the hunt is on I'm always down to make trades for sh** with those in the know I just found another copy of Moog Indigo I'm on a steady look out for dope breaks, non-stop All I had to pay was fifty cents at a pawn shop And when it comes to being phat, the best kind of weight gain Has to be seeing your name up on a freight train Moving galleries of steel to show the giants To the people all over the world, you know the science [Hook] Uh-huh, you know the science Uh-huh, you know the science Uh-huh, you know the science Uh-huh, you know the science You get buckwild! [Verse 2] I got the hip-hop holy ghost in each one of my body parts The needle to the record, cos that's when the party starts Hard rocking, it is hell and no way to live All the time, I don't wanna dwell on the negative Oh no, cos I be the self-fronted low Professional DJ, 1200 Hobo Crew member, nomad, down to show alliance To those that's in it for the love, you know the science [Hook] Uh-huh, you know the science Uh-huh, you know the science Uh-huh, you know the science You get buckwild! [Verse 3] Rhymes to the beats and showing no signs of going soft Gimme a mic and I'm gonna start showing off I hustle coast to coast and represent the Sebutones While I write my rhymes at high noon and finetune my own style Cos every now and then I talk sh** and curse and swear Whether I go first or last, I'm no worse for where And I combine scratches and complicated compositions On the radio, on records, or at competitions High powered going left to right, and you can switch the role 33 to 45, maneuvering the pitch control To get get my daily dose of arty rock to feel revitalized And bless the microphone for the gods I've always idolized I pledge allegiance to the beat box and the enthusiasts Especially the ones that are hard to please and choosiest I gotta keep hope alive for those who show defiance Hip-hop, as a religion, you know the science [Outro] "You are not alone. This is the language of on-again, off-again: the future, and it is digital."