This is a song about "Research at belllabs"

I'm at the apex, your at the nadir

My pockets got paper on paper

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

My soul begins to seek, research discovered the truth uncovered and devised

What them tippers don't see

You still smile at me, wave at me

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered

I've done all my research and i've put in my work,

Spit at your corpse while i'm at it

It shows i know a bit

Got campaign going so strong

Up at three, school at dawn,