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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Murs
Murs
Vocals
DJ Quik
DJ Quik
Scratches
Robert "Buddy" Lewis
Robert "Buddy" Lewis
Bass
Sukari Reid-Glenn
Sukari Reid-Glenn
Flute
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
E. Molina
E. Molina
Songwriter
N. Carter
N. Carter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Quik
DJ Quik
Mixing Engineer
N. Carter
N. Carter
Executive Producer
Russell "Double R" Redeaux
Russell "Double R" Redeaux
Executive Producer
Ted Chung
Ted Chung
Executive Producer
Aaron Dahl
Aaron Dahl
Mixing Engineer
Scoop DeVille
Scoop DeVille
Producer
Kosta Elchev
Kosta Elchev
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
So I'm at the barber shop
And we talkin' about this new generation of Hip-hop
And how, how lost y'all are, man
But y'all have no science so here you go
[Verse 2]
The systematic knowledge of the physical world
Gained through observation and experimentation
Usually beginning with a hypothesis
Or what some may call an estimation
Record your results from a series of tests
And what you're left with is a theory at best
Now let me give my hypothesis or educated guess
On why my people on a whole seem to be such a mess
Genocide, the deliberate extermination
Of a race, culture or an entire nation
Centuries ago they brought us here on a boat
Enslaved us, beat us 'till our spirit was broke
Then they gave us freedom and a little bit of hope
Then they killed our leaders and they gave us dope
(Crack) from CIA by way of Nicaragua
Shipped to Rick Ross, he's the black godfather
Now Oscar Blandon was his known supplier
He snitched on Rick so that he could retire
Ratted on Ricky so he got our quickly
Now this is where the situation gets a little sticky
Not a citizen of the USA
He was released and got hired by the DEA
Then he got his green card from the INS
But that shit never happened due to previous arrests
See, our government seems to think that there is a difference
Between powdered cocaine and crack, for instance
You get five years for five grams of crack but in the powder form
You have a hundred times that
Now who has the rock and who has the powder?
Who's the oppressed and who has the power?
They want you to fail so you wind up in jail
You know how much they make while you sittin' in that cell?
Billions of dollars for inmate facilities
You sell yourself back into slavery willingly
It's not black and white, it's so much more
It's rich stayin' rich and the poor stayin' poor
The poor white's meth, the poor black's crack
It's not about race and once you realize that
We as a nation are free to move on
And become one people, a movement strong
[Verse 3]
Droppin' this science, Murs
Droppin' this science, Murs is a scientist
Science while they drop bombs, Murs
Droppin' this science, Murs
Droppin' this science, Murs is a scientist
Droppin' this science while they drop bombs
Murs is a scientist
[Verse 4]
(Slavery) Now black people weren't the first to be enslaved
We were just the first to be treated this way
No education, you were killed if you could read
So you hid your intellect if you wanted to succeed
And what happens to a lie when you're livin' it?
You lose sight of who you are and start forgettin' it
So many of us to this day act ignorant
A mere shadow of our former magnificence
(Welfare) No independence
We become victims dependent on the system
Lookin' for a handout, waitin' on some help
Dwellin' on the past feelin' sorry for yourself
But you do what you can to make it out the trap
And that right there is the origin of rap
It wasn't always played on every radio station
It was us makin' the best out of a bad situation
Inner city schools stopped teachin' us instruments
So we took turntables and started flippin' it
Stole electricity from the street lights
Plugged it into a system and made the beat hype
There was a mic but Emcees weren't rulin'
It was more about what the DJ was doin'
He'd say a few words to keep the party movin'
The B-boys dancin' to the breaks in the grooves
And the break was the part where the record broke down
Where it was just a drum and a couple of sounds
You had two records you could go back and forth
To keep the groove goin' 'cause the break was so short
Now if that ain't science I don't know what is
The ingenuity of these young black kids
The Bronx, New York
Sedgwick and Cedar
Cool Herc' birthed Hip-hop, true believers
(Theory) Adversity produced opportunity
Anything's accomplished through strength and unity
The fate of the world is in the Hip-hop community
The revolution's here and now with you and me
[Verse 5]
Droppin' this science, Murs
Droppin' this science, Murs is a scientist
Droppin' this science while they drop bombs
Murs, droppin' this science, Murs
Droppin' this science, Murs
Droppin' this science while they drop bombs
Murs is a scientist
[Verse 6]
I drop science, I drop science
I drop science while they drop bombs
I drop science, I drop science
I drop science while they drop bombs
[Verse 7]
I drop science, I drop science
I drop science while they drop bombs
I drop science, I drop science
I drop mathematics while they drop bombs
Written by: E. Molina, N. Carter
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