The Science - Murs

So I’m at the barbershop

And we talking about this new generation of hip-hop

And how, how lost you all are, man

But y’all have no science

So here you go

The systematic knowledge of the physical world

Gained through observation and experimentation

Usually beginning with a hypothesis

Or what some may call an estimation

Record your results from a series of tests

And what you’re left with is a theory at best

Now let me give my hypothesis, an educated guess

On why my people on the whole seem to be such a mess

Genocide: the deliberate extermination

Of a race, culture, or an entire nation

Centuries ago they brought us here on a boat

Enslaved us, beat us, til our spirit was broke

Then they gave us freedom and a little bit of hope

Then they killed our leaders and they gave us dope (crack)

From the C.I.A.

by way of Nicaragua

Shipped to Rick Ross, he’s the black Godfather

Now Oscar Blandón was his known supplier

He snitched on Rick so that he could retire

Ratted on Ricky so he got out quickly

Now this is where the situation gets a little sticky

Not a citizen of the U.S.A

He got released and got hired by the D.E.A

Then he got his green card from the I.N.S

But that should’ve never happened due to previous arrests

See our government seems to think that there is a difference

Between powdered cocaine and crack, for instance

You get five years for five grams of crack

But in the powdered form you have a hundred times that

Now who has the rock, and who has the powder?

Who’s the oppressed and who has the power?

They want you to fail so you wind up in jail

You know how much they make while you sittin in that cell?

Billions of dollars for inmate facilities

You sell yourself back into slavery willingly

It’s not black and white, it’s so much more

It’s the rich stayin rich and the poor stayin poor

The poor white’s meth, the poor black’s crack

It’s not about race and once you realize that

We as a nation are free to move on

And become one people, a movement, strong

Droppin this science

Murs is a scientist

Droppin this science while they drop bombs

Now black people weren’t the first to be enslaved

We were just the first to be treated this way

No education, you were killed if you could read

So you hid your intellect if you wanted to succeed

And what happens to a lie when you livin' it

You lose sight of who you are and start forgettin' it

So many of us to this day act ignorant

A mere shadow of our form of magnificence

Welfare: no independence

We become victims dependin' on the system

Looking for a handout waiting on some help

Dwelling on the past feeling sorry for your self

But you do what you can to make it out the trap

And that right there is the origin of rap

It wasn’t always played on every radio station

It was us makin the best out of a bad situation

Inner city schools stopped teaching us instruments

We took turntables and started flippin' it

Stole electricity from the street lights

Plugged it into a system and made the beat hype

There was a mic but MC’s weren’t rulin'

It was more 'bout what the DJ was doin'

He say a few words (GO, GO) to keep the party movin'

The B-boys dancin' to the breaks and the grooves

And the break was the part where the record broke down

Where it was just a drum and a couple of sounds

You had two records you could go back and forth

To keep the groove goin' cause the break was so short

Now if that ain’t' science I don’t know what is

The ingenuity of these young black kids

The Bronx New York, Sedgwick & Cedar

Kool Herc earth hip-hop true believers

(Theory) Adversity produces opportunity

Anythings accomplished through strength and unity

The fate of the world is in the hip-hop community

The revolution’s here and now with you and me