This is a song about "Forensic science"

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

My life story ain't science fiction it's a struggle between

Just call up dr. rza, ask em how to break a neck. . .for science

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Motherfuckers been knowin' i'm ill and drop the science,

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

Cause they can test animals for science

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

The world once had giants, but something science cant prove

And when i kick you to the ground, i'm shouting "science bitch"

On the sizzle, p90kill yourself like you're in college

It's a mix of art and science that i use to drop bombs and make scenes silent,

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

The science with hidden places n' government leaving clues and traces