This is a song about "Science of sound"

To the sound of you being gagged and bound

Now that's six cops found on that ground

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Into a world of beautiful theories and natrual science

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

When you hear the sound of the trumpet thats the sound of my triumph

To have another half of glass of wine, sound asinine

It took time -- but finally the cash was mine

Flow of a librarian, its science, salarian, slice it up caesarean,

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

Even if i miss she gon' rebound

I spit acid and destroy facets of sound//

I hate the sound of fireworks and smelling propane.

It's a shameso much pressure on my brain

Painting pictures with sound better than tv's of plasma

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa