MP3.com: unknown2scientz Song Detail
MP3.com Home
EMusic Free Trial  /  Get Started  /  Artist Area  /  Site Map  /  Help
 
unknown2scientzmp3.com/unknown2scientz

2,677 Total Plays
Artist Extras
  •  
  • Go to the artist's web site
  •  
  • Find more artists in Toronto, ON - Canada
  •  
  • More featured tracks in Hip Hop/Rap
  •  
  • Get More MP3.com Services
    More Free Music by this Artist

    "Disturbing The Peace"  Parental Advisorygenre: Hip Hop
    lo fi playlo fi play (dial-up)
    hi fi playhi fi play (broadband)
    downloaddownload (4.3 MB)
    email track to a friendemail track to a friend
    add to My.MP3add to My.MP3
    Scientz solo track over a nasty Gifted One beatbox instrumental... Scientz murders the rapid-fire doolies on this song: "So high, I'm Like A Bird like Nelly Furtado..." Worth the price of admission...
    CD: Kaotic Conception   Label: Depravd Jenius Enterprises
    Credits: J. Andrews

    Lyrics
    [Chorus 1X]
    I been assuring the streets that thoroughly,
    I’m spicy like curry to beef, enough to worry your peeps,
    Waxmyfz representing with a current release,
    We hate cops from York Region and the Durham Police,
    I’m disturbing the peace, smoking, eyes are getting bleary,
    You cannot hear me, from T-Dot, my name is Jeremy,
    I’m rap’s answer to Albert Einstein and Dennis Leary,
    So all y’all sit back and let Scientz spit his theory,

    [Scientz]
    It’s Scientific, I’m exquisite, I get splifted,
    Shut the fuck up like Method Man with Limp Bizkit,
    I flip twisted and rip gifted, the blitzed whiz kid,
    Terrorize tracks with talk till tongue tips blistered,
    Spit like camels in Arabian deserts,
    This may be the presence, of the illest grade of Canadian menace,
    Grading your lessons with F’s--no way you impress us,
    Don’t play the aggressors, make you pray for your fate to the essence,
    Botanist, dropping the words to spit in a speaker,
    Written a cleaver to leave you slit with a split in your wheezer,
    Leaving women wet in they clit or they beaver,
    Ain’t hitting a skeezer, stupid groupie, give it a breather,
    Blizzard was weaker than Roar, but both had that Lord guy,
    Now I consort my, raps with Waxmyf support lines,
    Contort rhymes, have an emcee killed and left him buried,
    Cuz he never had a chance like my kid that Jess miscarried,
    Let’s get married? Believed her lies but back on track now,
    We lay the smack down, you sporting a wack frown in the background,
    So play the track loud, attract a phat crowd, it’s a fact clown,
    Every word the same as getting thwacked with a Mac round,

    [Chorus 1X]

    [Scientz]
    Verbal ruggedness, and repug-nant, stubborness,
    Pulsating like your jugulars, rule with governors,
    Hotter than an oven is and I’m ancient as sacred covenants,
    Loving this, crop photography shots with Dubb in it,
    Empire crumbling like Goths to the Romans,
    Thought for a moment that maybe I had dropped in a coma,
    If not for the odor of snake done stopped my enrollment,
    It would’ve failed, but with ‘Smyfz kid? Options are loaded,
    Precautions are coded like a Cray supercomputer,
    Using the buddha, passing out souvenir Ruger’s,
    To shoot and leave neutered, fags like that goof from Menudo,
    You stupid as Bluto, we boot you like judo and blew through your noodle,
    Who could be ruder at acapella bravado?
    Seventh heaven in a spliff, I got hell in a bottle,
    Fell in a pothole, stealing it and selling your auto,
    So high, I’m “Like a Bird” like Nelly Furtado,
    I’m telling Toronto, prepare for attack of the lyrics,
    After you hear it, my staff has the clearance to blast through your spirit,
    In half an appearance, your ugly mug smashes the mirror,
    Fact is you queer and your steez makes me laugh at your parents,

    [Chorus 1X]

    [Scientz]
    I piss your parents off, snuff wack raps I swear is soft,
    Like they wearing bras, want real flow, be staring north,
    We colder than the air of frost in the barrens lost,
    You Tutankhamun and we raid tombs like Lara Croft,
    I don’t care at all, uncover the verdict,
    My brother’s asserted, fuck around your mother gets murdered,
    Or pummeled in sternum, don’t honk but loving the flirting?
    Bitch get burnt with more Flames than southern Alberta,
    No wondering further, I make the shit hit the fan,
    Flip the hand, middle digit raised when I dissed the man,
    Your raps put me to sleep like tryptophan, so I dissed his clan,
    Thinking their simple flows were swifter than my cryptogram,
    Split the ground like fault lines when damage occurs,
    Waxmyfz are urbanites who travel the burbs,
    I’m rather absurd, so ill at gathering words,
    People hate and try and call me Marshall Mathers the Third,
    I’m Jeremy Andrews the First, who strangles the verbs in tangible bursts,
    Been mangled since birth, spit with Known and ravage a verse,
    To hand you the worst, defeat and put a man in a hearse,
    This ain’t a cartoon--you get smacked with anvils it hurts,

    [Chorus 2X]

    More Free Music by this Artist

    Copyright notice. All material on MP3.com is protected by copyright law and by international treaties. You may download this material and make reasonable number of copies of this material only for your own personal use. You may not otherwise reproduce, distribute, publicly perform, publicly display, or create derivative works of this material, unless authorized by the appropriate copyright owner(s).

     
     
     
    Company Info / Site Map / My Account / Shopping Cart / Help
    Copyright 1997-2003 Vivendi Universal Net USA Group, Inc. All rights reserved.
    MP3.com Terms and Conditions / Privacy Policy
    Vivendi Universal