Soundscience (remix)

[Verse 1: Opio] I’m sharper, I’m piercing armor and tunneling Through ya bubble GS like a submachine (cling!) See raps like a drug rush, feel it in your membranes Tearing up your equilibrium, high as Rick James Sniffing his brains out with flames to the crack pipe That’s like facing the Imperium, we flashlights In total darkness (where’s that?) Noah’s ark shit Everybody gotta take a puff when I spark this Combinations 0, 1, 2s. They can massacre your whole platoon, we bad news Microphone Bloody Sunday with no gun play Opio is like Mafioso with these vocals [Verse 2: A-Plus] Mind your own, try to find your own, before your Time is gone, see we all dying' alone I've never been the one to cry if you don't But who the hell am I to imply what you decide is wrong Give a shit about what you side you on Or who you're going to kill Ya’ll keepin' it real don't pay none of my bills Still I keep at it to feed my weed habit No seeds, its sticky green, please, I don't need acid Shit crucial, my crew’ll bruise you Wrongfully accuse fools, confuse you like ya boo do (ay, do that shit) It’s final, don’t ignore my call, I slice like Orenthal A little lookin’ for ya homie, better pour it all Cause when I’m done wit cha, it won’t be a fun picture The medics’ll come get ya and put ya on that one stretcher Make you click one lesser, subtracting, smackin’ em They was actin’ dumb, really actin’ like they mackin’ sum [Hook] Mind ya own, own ya mind Find a zone to refine ya soul with ya own design S-O-U-N-D-S-C-I-E-N-C-E (SOUNDSCIENCE!) [Verse 3: Del] I know you eyeing’ this, don’t trip that’s just the sciences Admire it. Your sire is here It’s like sirens you hear (ooh you in big trouble!) Whoever wastin’ time on the mic that nigga get double the dose Del. I’m known well out here, I’m a fixture Picture a bumbling oaf coming close Simple commands, like stop, run and go I got a hundred flows, measure high as numbers go I think we done with yo weak ass, I speak math Think equations, ink yo brain in Bring back your imagination, knowledge and ignorance Use it in my music cause all of it’s limitless [Verse 4: Phesto] I'm chocolate thunder on the track board Throwing heat like Goose Gossage Sidearm, like a firearm on a hostage It's contact sport with gat force high-phonics With no hydraulics the mighty Moloch (?) is high wattage Breaking sonic barriers with solidarity Transmission double clutch, I'll double Dutch the snare We pimp diffusion, like Herbie hands (?) many moogen (?) Skate to Cardinal like blades on Olympic luges Fluctuate my deluxe delusion, a state of flux maneuver I'm armor-all on vinyl, ya'll vaginal In a candlelight vigil, vital signs are final Flat line your spinal, throw rhymes in tight spirals Slicin’ through the underbrush with Cas, Pep Love and Del-meister Yeah, hire a sniper I still dodge his bullets while I windmill the spider Hard performance, use your grill for windshield wipers Have you wearing six inch heels and a diaper bitch Now, you get bang for your buck not bait and switch [Verse 5: Tajai] This year we takin’ shit, and ain’t takin’ SHIT We reworking, retooling, remaking it. Long-term maintenance I said it, I meant it, my aesthetics acidic Insidious hideous litany swarming in syphilitic lyricists The critics and self-professed purists Self-check upon the appearance of experience Battles wage, melted stages are smokin’ Spoken twelve-gauge by which your crowd will get pelted Grabbin’ his belt and hold it high in the sky Sound-science applied in abundant supply [Hook x2]