You Know The Science Lyrics - Buck 65

[Verse 1] 

If you're anything like me, you probably don't read The Source 

Anymore, and miss crews like the JVC Force 

Don't stop, show no shame, dance to disco 

And you know the baddest DJs come from San Francisco 

But be sure to tell DJ Static if you see him please 

When you're in Denmark, he was robbed at the DMCs 

Shouts out to Swamp and other DJs that were fronted on 

And all of those that like to dig for oldies, yo, the hunt is on 

I'm always down to make trades for shit with those in the know 

I just found another copy of Moog Indigo 

I'm on a steady look out for dope breaks, non-stop 

All I had to pay was fifty cents at a pawn shop 

And when it comes to being phat, the best kind of weight gain 

Has to be seeing your name up on a freight train 

Moving galleries of steel to show the giants 

To the people all over the world, you know the science 

[Hook] 

Uh-huh, you know the science 

Uh-huh, you know the science 

Uh-huh, you know the science 

Uh-huh, you know the science 

You get buckwild! 

[Verse 2] 

I got the hip-hop holy ghost in each one of my body parts 

The needle to the record, cos that's when the party starts 

Hard rocking, it is hell and no way to live 

All the time, I don't wanna dwell on the negative 

Oh no, cos I be the self-fronted low 

Professional DJ, 1200 Hobo 

Crew member, nomad, down to show alliance 

To those that's in it for the love, you know the science 

[Hook] 

Uh-huh, you know the science 

Uh-huh, you know the science 

Uh-huh, you know the science 

You get buckwild! 

[Verse 3] 

Rhymes to the beats and showing no signs of going soft 

Gimme a mic and I'm gonna start showing off 

I hustle coast to coast and represent the Sebutones 

While I write my rhymes at high noon and finetune my own style 

Cos every now and then I talk shit and curse and swear 

Whether I go first or last, I'm no worse for where 

And I combine scratches and complicated compositions 

On the radio, on records, or at competitions 

High powered going left to right, and you can switch the role 

33 to 45, maneuvering the pitch control 

To get get my daily dose of arty rock to feel revitalized 

And bless the microphone for the gods I've always idolized 

I pledge allegiance to the beat box and the enthusiasts 

Especially the ones that are hard to please and choosiest 

I gotta keep hope alive for those who show defiance 

Hip-hop, as a religion, you know the science 

[Outro] 

"You are not alone. This is the language of on-again, off-again: the future, and it is digital."