* the unreleased 1994 version of "soul on ice"



(scientist voice:

"say, what do you suppose is the most important part of the body?

Some people say the feet, because we all have to walk.

Some say the eyes, because we all have to see.

Some say the heart...[voice becomes distorted]")



(you got emcees, you got entertainers,

And you got lyricists, which one are you?)



Brace yourself...impact...

Crack...boom...

Motherfuckers,

My molecular structure

Is that of an alien

Coming out a bald white bitch

On some shit that's wig-splittin'

Got niggas' heads dividing faster

Than nerds at a calculus convention

Beyond comprehension

I implement my mental

Over instrumentals

And it becomes as detrimental

To a nigga

As tuskegee experiments with syphilis

The fundemental rudiments

Studying the phonics of yesteryear

Pioneers found buried in sediment plates

Trying to metrate alphabetics

It took two weeks to estimate the way the old school emcee's said it

I break down the elements

Of rocking a mic cable

Like a periodical table

Subject matter, (1) production (2), delivery (3)

With the collection of all three

Theoretically,

E = emcee squared

But there's a sucka born every minute, it appears

That's 1,440 a day,

525,600 redundant rappers a year

(complex concepts)

And i'm positive as protons,

Niggas won't comprehend john

So fuck bone, i'm bad to the chromosome

All 46 that dwell in each somatic cell

Could raise more hell

Than darryl, jones, rusty, or satan

Exercise my mind

And turn fat tracks to muscle

I come from every angle

Like 90 degrees in diameter

The hemis chemist

Isolating isotopes

Under microscopes

I bioengineer (jacob's coil???)

Let your lens focus

Through osmosis,

Just standing next to me

I thought you knew (i thought you knew)

I'm the b-boy scientist

"with the high iq"


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