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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ad-Rock
Ad-Rock
Vocals
MCA
MCA
Vocals
Mike D
Mike D
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
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
Adam Keefe Horovitz
Adam Keefe Horovitz
Songwriter
Michael Diamond
Michael Diamond
Songwriter
Mike Simpson
Mike Simpson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Beastie Boys
Beastie Boys
Producer
Allan Abrahamson
Allan Abrahamson
Assistant Recording Engineer
Mario Caldato Jr.
Mario Caldato Jr.
Engineer
The Dust Brothers
The Dust Brothers
Producer
Ad-Rock
Ad-Rock
Producer
E.Z. Mike
E.Z. Mike
Producer
King Gizmo
King Gizmo
Producer
MCA
MCA
Producer
Mike D
Mike D
Producer

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 horizons and expanding the parameters Expanding the rhymes of sucka MC amateurs And Naugels, Isaac Newton, and scientific EZ Ben Franklin with the kite, gettin' over with the key Now rock-shockin' the mic as 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 be kickin' the new k-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've got pegs through my hands and one through my feet Shea Stadium, the radium, E-M-D squared Kicked out of the Palladium, you think that I cared? It's the sound of science The sounds 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 size, D cup Order the quarter deluxe, why don't you wake up? My mind is kinda flowin' like an oil projector Had to get up to 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 what you like, homie Well, drunk as a skunk am I the celebration To peep that freak unique penetration Well, I figured out who makes the crack It's the suckers with the badges and the blue jackets A professor of science 'cause I keep droppin' it I smell weak 'cause y'all keep poppin' it And people always asking what's the phenomenon Yo, what's up? Yo, what's goin' on? No one really knows what I'm talking about 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 got science for any occasion Postulating theorems, formulating equations Well, Cheech Wizard in a snow blizzard Eating chicken gizzard 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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