Weird Science (feat. Atheist)

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Nineteen seventy motherfucking nine 
On a February morning's when my ass sprang to life 
Mamma claims I was late 
3 weeks past her due date, if that's the case
Well then, I guess my daddy, wasn't, the mailman 
(F*ck him) 
Sappy pappy sapping happy from the air man 
Double dare me to have a tantrum on the air man 
I'm Atheist without the hair plan 
Did that make sense 
Because, my senses sense 
(That these)
Pretenses press on your chest like a Lou Thesz press 
I'm different, yes, and I'm best, served fresh 
By the due date, on this very package, ingest
Find a way to fill your tummy the best 
Better take a nibble on a nipple suckle a breast 
When I was little, I used to piddle the bed 
Now that I'm bigger whip out my dick and piss on some heads 

These weird times 
Call for weird minds 
The kind hip enough to mix up weird science 
Bill Nye 
Spilt rhymes 
Here we are all experiments of weird science 
These weird times 
Call for weird minds 
The kind hip enough to mix up weird science 
Bill Nye 
Spilt rhymes 
Here we are all experiments of weird science 

Before I whip it, and whip it good 
Before I begin the bustin of cans 
Of whoop ass on you hoods 
Just hit that and kick back on this track 
Like some troubled youth would I could
Speak of troubled youth
By '92 I was skipping' school, smokin' doobies 
I was brown but commonly mistaken for a mooly (Hey man!) 
When Dave tans his skin turns the color of an eggplant 
Did I just say that? (But it's true!) 
My Puerto Rican family tree has a few, African roots to boot 
I give a hoot, so when I throw out prose I don't pollute 
They call me Q add a 1 add food and a few (f*ck you) 
Average it add some bids add an ex and a wife and the five best kids 
Add it all up, it's a life well lived 

These weird times 
Call for weird minds 
The kind hip enough to mix up weird science 
Bill Nye 
Spilt rhymes 
Here we are all experiments of weird science 
These weird times 
Call for weird minds 
The kind hip enough to mix up weird science 
Bill Nye 
Spilt rhymes 
Here we are all experiments of weird science 

A lot of rappers say that they just don't give a f*ck 
I'm just like them 
Except I give a f*ck, I give two 
For Q and my crew, HOL 
Yo, I'm feeling real rude, this attitude for real dude 
It was nineteen eighty something, I was in the womb 
Banging on the belly trying to rock the room 
I was born with a mic in my hand (say it again) 
I was born with a mic in my hand (playing to win) 
I stuck a finger in a socket and blew up like a rocket 
Never stoppin when we rock it 
We chest choppin, Molly whop 'em 
What we have here you don't even want it 
Can't handle it like scramblin' 
I'm cancellin' champions 
I'm dazzlin', I've mastered this 
Fittin' a funeral suit for you rappin' stiffs 
All right I write shit, that's the day job 
Rockin' a show with Q1, that's the night shift 

These weird times 
Call for weird minds 
The kind hip enough to mix up weird science 
Bill Nye 
Spilt rhymes 
Here we are all experiments of weird science 
These weird times 
Call for weird minds 
The kind hip enough to mix up weird science 
Bill Nye 
Spilt rhymes 
Here we are all experiments of weird science

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