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rhymery - science of sound lyrics

[intro]
the time of the wack emcees is over
1995 is here and so is sos
finally hip*hop is startin to revert back to its original form
now we can see who really got the sk!lls

[verse 1: peter chan]
the format is phat like a herd of oxen
never stress boxin, the next inventor sos will play the center
to blow it up from the intro at the borderline
i’m quick to rip the mic for the umptieth time
loungin with my peeps on a friday night
soul captivated by the disco lights
mr black (yeah) * where you at? (right here)
well clear your vocal throne (uhu*uhu) and grab the microphone

[verse 2: tike*o]
something wicked this comes when i hear a drum
crowds be stunned cause i “ehh” like a stun gun
the silky soul survivor, smarter than mcgyver
the trick of when i cook up like a twisted ?
i slit ya, rip ya, cut ya, your assh0l* will rupture
i won’t even have to cut ya, i verbally f*ck ya
i get “coof” like chilling thunder, let no man burn asunder
i’m not a bread maker but i make a n*gga wonder
i spazz out with force when i ? new like g*force
i’m grateful but painful “ow” like charlie horse
i get deep like pocket link, even with all my money spent
mad flavor like a peppermint, nappy but i represent
i’m freaky phunky fruity phat, meaner than a alley cat
more rugged than a lumberjack, kick it just like hack n stack
blow just like a gust of wind, react a bit like wonder twins
wiggle just like gelatin, bitter like a cup of gin
i smack ya like a hockey puck, hit ya like a uppercut
despicable like daffy duck, make you do the hucklebuck
demented down dude from my nikes to my ringy
don’t even have to say no more, you people know i’m jiggy
[verse 3: peter chan]
if i just slam*a*jam hot, that’s a minor fracture
but if i break a leg, then the goal is without capture
so ha**lelooyah, kids hear this
the sos foundation is tourin in yo nation
deflatin competition til they six foot six
i drop the three from half*port, while the rest shot bricks
i got more dope hooks than hookey, more bank than yo bookie
the cookie jar was empty (why?) *cause i stole the cookies
just like a rodeo, i like to lasso emcees
round up, round up, one*two*three *so
bring yo whole troop, you lil’ p*ss*in*boots
i make the hardest n*ggas wanna skip to my loops
rhymes i build ’em like blocks, throwin ’em like socks
stone ’em like rocks, fold’ em like knots
i’m peter chan, you know me from sos
i be rollin with those n*ggas from a tribe called quest *so
get a taste of this before we say bye*bye
because everything must come to pass, even death must stop

[verse 4: tike*o]
i turn a wack emcee pale like an albino, make ’em stagger like a ?
cause i’m heavy like a rhino, when i roar like a dino**
saur, tyrannosau**rus rex
evil like a hex when my windpipe flex
i’m psycho, yeah man, not the average shorty
cause i “big*up, big*up” like “boom boom sho**ts”
i bump*thump*thrive, in stereo i’m live
when we’re done not even the rappers with the props will give us five

- science of sound lyrics

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