This is a song about "Science of sound"

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

Not of sound mind eatin liver with some fava beans

Now look at killa, you gon' watch santana

Painting pictures with sound better than tv's of plasma

Bang! is the only sound of the street

I’m way harder than the concrete

Without the sound of guns

Guess they ran out of options

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

A sound of tin breaking my reflections, start inspection

The sound of the fire burning represents the screams of my soul burning!

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Into a world of beautiful theories and natrual science