Kick it
Hey yo, this is Bosco Money
And me and Sam Sever don't think y'all know what's up
Rumor has it we some scientific probands
But just cause the name is Downtown Science
Don't mean we can't pull clients
So now that you look at all way
We got a little more to say
But get some shades first
Cause I heard it's so bright
Might wreck your eye sight
[ VERSE 1: Bosco Money ]
Comin live and direct to your stereo
And comin fly, so I guess we're comin aerial
2-1 - made it through the countdown
And now we get like even after sundown
This composition is quick, not to prolong
Lettin the world know what goes on
See, we came to claim a zone in rap
Not on the map, and watch people adapt
To hintin to us and label it our sound
But who will be the one to wear the MC crown
The race is on, it's up for grabs
Civil rights, some will bite, some will kill and take cabs
Take it from me, I used to drive one
Had to quit the night I caught a live one
But now I travel at my own pace
Like to feel the bass up around my waist
Just like a seat belt, kinda keepin me strapped in
Cause when I rhyme I'm the sky captain
So fly - Air Bos with the flair
And me and Sever make a naughty pair
And we're (out there, out there)
(Out there) (but in there)
(At the same time)
Check it
[ VERSE 2: Bosco Money ]
A pigeon to a statue, a statue to a pigeon
So many rhymes, I need to start a religion
Cause believers just keep poppin up all around
>From what I pull up from the ground
Then blow em away with the science like ?? alliance
And then watch you parachute down and gettin clowned to the firm
The better term, D.S.
Comin from Downtown, y'all know the rest
When proper science is too deep, I drop the skills
Always got somethin for the hills
And you can ponder, think about, see what I mean
And understand why I'm hittin for the Def Jam team
Woops, here goes another one, out the park
You try to front and say that it was too dark
To see the ball, otherwise you woulda caught it
Well, catch this, we want you to support it
Like a ??? cause support can be beautiful
And from the people, any kinda suitable
A pound, a pat on the back, sometime on the air
Or in your walkman - take us everywhere
And we're (out there, out there)
(Out there) (but in there)
(At the same time)
[ VERSE 3: Bosco Money ]
Hold - and if you think we're not on time
Yo, we're not late, we must be just ahead of our time
How can you clock us when watches are inaccurate
Man-made tools to measure this immaculate
Style, you need to find more than a rule
Bring a king, and we'll open a school
And just reach and teach like it's a day at the beach
I be the sun beatin down with the heat on each
And all, in '91 we're gonna have a ball
Because you shook my tree, and now my apple's gonna fall
To the ground, so polish up the crown
And pass it down to the world renowned
Cause here go we defyin gravity and name it after me
The B-o-s-c-o M-o-n-e-y, gee
And my man Sam Sever, cause both of us together
Form the D-Sci, and we won't separate ever
He's rollin with me, so I roll with him
And we don't judge each other by the color of our skin
It's of no relevance to our intelligence
I rest my case with a fresh taste of elements
And we're (out there, out there)
(Out there) (but in there)
Checkin in, one in a million
Groups on the air tryin to fill you in
On a scoop and a time
With a loop and rhyme
To get money
Cause that's rap defined
In a nutshell
And this we all know well
But stil records manage to sell
Cause people buy em and fly em in a tape
Usin em as a form of escape
When time's gettin too tough to take
You need an outlook (yes I do)
But not the kind that shock ya
The kind to lock ya
In your own little world of reason
Where you can rest at ease in
Knowin exactly where is you goin
No, you can't get lost in the shuffle
Otherwise you might suffo-
cate and drown
Before you get off the ground
So get your plan down
(To a what?) To a science
(From downtown)
(Science)
Down to a science, down pat, or just plain (down)
That's how we got it, comin from the hometown
Of a sound which some call a trend
That's cause they just waitin for it to end
But yo, rap is here to stay no matter who they say it's dyin
Cause the fans keep multiplyin
So as long as rhymes stay rugged, and beats stay tight
(What's up?) We aight
Respond to the vibes picked up in the street
Where they emanate - we innovate
And invent newer ways of droppin the content
So your time is well spent
While you listen intently
We stimmulate you mentally
Slicker than a plushed-out swingin a Bentley
Once around the park with the clients
We got it down (To a what?) To a science
(From downtown)
(Science)
Let me talk about the the mo, the m.o., the mode of operation
The technique employed to perform a occupation
I'm makin ya stand firm in the beliefs
Don't slip - get some cleats
Cause schemin on you believe in is falsifyin
So erectifyin justifyin a scientific proof, the truth
Surroundin the issue, to make it official
Once and for all
Winter, spring, summer, or fall
All you got to do is call
Or beep, and be a sheep
And we'll be the creep
And you can be at us
Sippin on a status that matters
Flowin the way nature intended
Non-stop until the service is rendered
Quicker than a kitchen appliance
Bosco Money possessin knowledge if you seek it
Make you understand my language even though you probably don't speak it
I came specifically to freak it
Always eat my Wheeties, so I don't feel peaked
When it's time to pick up the mic and rhyme, I do
So I can prove to you that mom duke came through
With a strong son
And if it's time to have fun
I treat the mic like a gun
Pull the trigger
Transform, and get bigger
I'm the man that make you peep the rhyme and say
"Damn!" - don't think I'm not, when I am
Underrated, frequently imitated
But never outdated, and yet I'm alienated
Because they say I'm 180 instead of bein full-circle
Anti - yo, I came from the sky
So catch a brainstorm and kill that
I ain't tryin to hear it
The rhyme fits your mind so nice, you wanna wear it
[ CHORUS ]
I'm winnin, cause I'm in it to win it
You think I'm not, when I am?
I'm winnin till I'm grinnin
It's almost like I'm sinnin
I'm a winner from the beginnin
I can't be part of this nonsense
Of black versus white, or vice versa
Growin worse everday, in no way
Becomin better, I rather be a trendsetter
And stay ahead of the rest
Who underestimate my brain matter
Let the truth scatter, manifest some data
And drop it, like Harry Truman dropped the A bomb
Or Nixon dropped troops in Vietnam
And while I'm on the subject of presidential thinkin
Clock lots of Jacksons, cause my thoughts is Lincoln
Not sinkin like a raft, cause I'm cooler than Shaft
And my wisdom is refreshing like a frosty draft
Ale, and I will not fail to prevail
Until they throw me in jail
I woulda went to Yale, but I didn't get accepted
Know why? I didn't apply...
[ CHORUS ]
Play me like a tape, and memorize my melody
Layin, relayin, portrayin, conveyin and sayin
What I mean, and like Vaseem
Clear out your eyes, so you can see
Society's been selling you a dream
Schemin on your self-esteem
It got you sweatin a lifestyle the magazines
Seem to make real
But tell me, what's the deal
Have you become of victim of the media appeal?
I have, best believe I'm not jokin
Cause like the Marlboro Man, my rhymes are smokin
Pokin hoes and societal woes I'm lookin in
Is yet another way I unmistakably win
So hip yourself to my tip
I'm packin the house like a ceb
Tonight I'm trippin like Greyhound
>From town to town
Droppin the knowledge most profound
Ready to roll, yet all control
Lies in the hands of those
Who understand the words
Came a long way to drop this
Took airplanes, and helicopters
Touch down, to touch base
On certain issues pertaining to the place
And time, here and now
And if you don't know, you're gettin shown how
To fit the puzzle together, piece by piece
And see the picture develop and increase
To high definition, comin alive when
You differentiate for real, focal 10
And though the time we spend here my seem to fly
We'll linger in your mind's eye
A sight you saw
As sure as the universal law
Less is more
More than ever before
Dreams capable of bein set for the head
This is a visit
Visit
Plan to visit
You have to visit
You have to visit
We're not the ones people think we are
That's why we project a image from way far
To your mind's eye where your thoughts connect to form
One vision different from the norm
It's got to be the shape of tomorrow
And we define that desing as our own
Means of usin machines to make dreams reality
So every nationality
Under the sun reveres the outcome
Of what was thought up, planned out and done
For the purpose of leavin behind a mark
The others will find, the kind that spark
A chain reaction, as one by one you feel satisfaction
Full focus with no distraction
Or interference allowed to pass through
And distort the view
This is a visit
Visit
Plan to visit
You have to visit
You have to visit
Over your head, that's where we hover, like a harrier
Aimin to break the sound barrier
Moments before dawn
Pausin briefly, then we're gone
Disappearin to a speck in the distance
Silhouetted by the brightness of non-existance
Ahead of our time, they wouldn't accept us
Kept us behind
Made us wait for the green light
But now we got it
And can't nothin stop the prodcut
Bound to stimmulate a response from those who range
The focus of the rhyme remains unchanged
Calculated maneouvers executed at the precise time
Land on the dime
Obliteratin the target
Ground Zero - the rap market
[ VERSE 1: Bosco Money ]
Summertime, summertime, mh-mh, summertime
Warm breeze, state of mind
Kinda peaceful, you can feel it in the air
The time of year when the Earth gets nearer to the sun
And the temperature rises
And people shed their winter disguises
Girls in short shorts, dudes in bermudas
Shootin to the beach on Honda scooters
For some fun in the sun while the daylight last
Other people just layin out on the grass
Gettin Saint Tropez with the band that's olé
And the heat beatin down bakes the troubles away
It's like that, the warm weather is here
But summertime only come once a year
So I'ma make sure I got on the freshest gear
And sport the type of girlie make ya stop and stare
And sweat, cause that's the type to get
All you gotta do is play yourself correct
Throw on some shades, to get with the sport
To clock cuties all day and not get caught
Hop in a ride, drop the top
Let the system pump until the record stop
Kick back, relax, ease your mind
Savour every minute of the summertime
[ CHORUS: Lady Of Rage ]
Ooohh, I like summer
He-e-heeey
In the summertime
I wish it was summer
He-e-heeey
All the time
[ VERSE 2: Bosco Money ]
Summertime, 95 in the shade
Coolin with a icey cold glass of lemonade
Quenchin my thirst, got my shades on too and
As girls walk by, you know what I'm doin
Sneakin a peek on a freak on the sly tip
Hail a cab, take a trip to the beach
Soak in some rays
Break out the Pepsis, the Frito Lays
Set up my blanket with mellow drama
See the ultraviolet sun like microvave mama
I been dyin to meet, so I get to my feet
Step to her, get the digits, and my day is complete
Break down my set up, and head back home
Call the female on my cellular phone
Beat around the bush to keep it stimulatin
Don Juan love rap, and get to conversatin
Hot and heavy on the birds and the bees
Get her address, head like a breeze
Out the door, but I can't tell you no more
Cause I left the rest of the rhyme on her bedroom floor
Hop in a ride, drop the top
Let the system pump until the record stop
Kick back, relax, ease your mind
Savour every minute of the summertime
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 3: Bosco Money ]
Summertime, lemon lime
Sun goin down, but night time's the right time
To flaunt the tan, the boutique ensemble
And indulge in a deluxe convo
Ice cream sundae with nuts and berries
Makin sure I don't get a drop on my sparies
Of course sportin shades, the frames is torters
Checkin out a cutie in some hyped up high-waters
Holes in the knees, hair blowin in the wind
Lookin so fly, it's a doggone sin
I smile, she smiles back, and I'm cool
I know her name, cause she went to my school
But I don't say it, just play it off and keep walkin
Sometimes eye contact is better than talkin
Or hawkin too hard like you just got back from the joint
Understand my point?
So I get to the record shop, steal an eye in
I'm in the neighborhood, and feel like buyin
Sometin new, like a compact disc
Especially if the music make me feel like this
Hop in a ride, drop the top
Let the system pump until the record stop
Kick back, relax, ease your mind
Savour every minute of the summertime
[ CHORUS ]
I like summertime
In the winter time
It's got to be summertime
In the spring time
It's got to be summertime
In the fall time
1, 2, 3, 4
[ VERSE 1: Bosco Money ]
Ah, once again
Groove, you got the time to spend
Listen up, because the end
Will justify the means
We choose to introduce themes
On wax, before the tracks get mass-produced
And to the crews who never had it and never will
7-Up got jobs to fill
As we go on, movin through lines in time
You find one musical mastermind
And that's you, and only you
Knowin just what it takes
That makes you ease up on the breaks
Of life, roll if you got the soul
Let Downtown Science take control
Of your intuition, witness the result of ambition
The drive to keep pushin for that which they can't reach
And so we shake, bob and weave
Tryin to get some room to breathe
Room to breathe!
Try to get some room to breathe
Room to breathe!
All we want is room to breathe
[ VERSE 2: Bosco Money ]
It's crowded, but they still can't cramp us
And if you're checkin for style
You'll be checkin for a while
Wearin a smile you'll start to sway
I might float, but won't drift away
>From the topic, that would be catastrophic to bear
The trick to break it down and make it disappear into thin air
Blowin like the breeze of the ocean
Cool, reflection and rhythmic describes the motion
Comin in waves, reachin emblees of people
One by one, until they're equally done
Gettin schooled and have their degrees
And knowin how we, Sam Sever and me
Bosco Money
Whether it's rainy or it's sunny
Attract your ears like bears to honey
So you'll hear what we're tryin to say before we leave
All we want is room to breathe
Room to breathe!
Try to get some room to breathe
Room to breathe!
All we want is room to breathe
[ VERSE 3: Bosco Money ]
And we'll continue to go on and face the music
Fuse it with the flow, but never abuse it
We use it to set the mood
It keeps the audience glued as the rest of the interlude
Takes place, beat to bass, back to rhyme
The design ain't a crime, so why treat me like a criminal?
Because I'm smooth and subliminal?
Or cause I minimalize your resistance with persistance
Shootin missile after lyrical missile
Until your mind is blown like the whistle
On a steamship, driftin by on the horizon
A classic scene, but not surprisin
That it fits, like the top ten chart fits the hits
Until we come along and blow it to bits
And when the damage is done, we'll no longer have to weave
Cause there'll be plenty of room - to breathe
Room to breathe!
Try to get some room to breathe
Room to breathe!
All we want is room to breathe
[ OUTRO ]
Ah yeah
That's just one to pump in your jeep
Make the tires move like a set of feet
So you'll always remember: Downtown Science got the funky beat
Ha-ha, all day and all night
Comin right
But see: 'room to breathe' is freedom
To express in this musical medium
And reach the minds of many
Without leaving any traces
Except the reactions on their faces
Goin places in the years to come
But never forgettin where we came from
A time and place long forgotten: b-boyhood
Around the old neighborhood
When the beats was hard
Like the steel in a train yard
We used to hit
[ VERSE 1 ]
Sunrise, darkness fades to light
Illuminatin the sky, as well as the insight
To see a new beginning, and resurrect
Reminiscent of the Phoenix, and recollect
Thoughts from the universe of ideas
Select lyrics to illustrate the obvious
Image, project it, so everybody sees it
Off the soul, take the body, and freeze it
Suspended animation
To the 10th degree of virtuosity
Mind is free
Risen from the prison of humanism
To reflect on innervision
And be enlightened
State of awareness heightened
To a level above and beyond
That of intelligent life
Devine, eternal as space and time
Able to transform shape and design
>From liquid to gas, light to sound
To each new substance
Matter is constant
Not created or destroyed
Merely deployed
As words in a radio void
(Radio) (Radio)
(Radioactive)
[ VERSE 2 ]
Words manifested disintegrate
Particles drift into atoms and separate
Developing movement known as soundwaves
That travel at mach one via the airspace
Hittin the microphone, makin it vibrate
Electrical impulses start to migrate
Along the wire
To enter the next phase of audio sequence
The infamous noisegate lifts
Over the threshold
And into the system goes matter
Now converted to data
Knowledge is primary
Communication is digital
Language is binary
>From the bit to the megabyte
Math is the mode to educate the neophyte
Science is the road to greater understandin
A complex network, always expandin
Growin by the minute
The realm of broadcast, borders are infinite
Signals energized and ready for transmit
Workin its way up the tower
Several times an hour
Gettin power rotation, zero static on the air
Receivers are fine tuned, reception is clear
Courtesy of fiber optics
The highs are bright, the lows kick
(Radio) (Radio)
(Radioactive)
[ VERSE 3 ]
(Radio)
Active in the form of sonic energy
Same identity
Temporarily materializin through the speaker
Comin to the surface - eureka
The final stage of a cycle movin at such high speed
That by the time it's perceived
It's already happened again
Now is then
The future's ever-present
Time is of the essence
Coming in for a landin
On the FM band
With liquid crystal display
Lighting the runway
88 to 108
Megahertz pushin solid state
State of the art
Climbin the chart
With a bullet
Radioactive to the fullest
Extent of a wavelength
Jammin the frequency
Relentlessly to break through
And reach the world on the other side
So they can learn from errors that nullified
The last hit by the blast
Now all that remains, is a shadow of the past
(Radio) (Radio)
[ VERSE 1: Bosco Money ]
To all the kings with diamond rings
And the slept on power to pull some strings
I know you're thinkin I'm the last survivor
The jet black tinted-out Bentley driver
62 and Madison, scopin females
American Express take care of the details
Cause I'm covered till I'm smothered like the Shah of Iran
Motorcade down when I roam the land
"Window, James, I see something I like
Park on the corner, underneath the light"
"Nice shorts, hon' - takin a run?
'joyin the sun, havin fun?
I got a posse, a beeper, and money
And you're lookin fly - like a bunny"
"James, let her in, she's approachin the car
And pass me back a bottle of Chateau Noir"
I'm bout to do this right, like make the move
Until I'm uptight, outta sight, and in the groove
"Cigarette, James - thank you"
"Now darling, what would you like to do?"
We got the radio pumpin, they're playin my jam
I like the doors on the ride, it's auto-slam
Stomp your feet and clap your hands
>From New York to the Netherlands
If that's too much road for your mind to pave
Feel the breeze and catch the wave
Catch
Catch the wave
[ VERSE 2: Bosco Money ]
Eager beaver, fixin it down
Chubby little sucker like a ???? hound
Can't let no water get inside the crib
So every now and then he might have to adlib
But that's alright, he don't get uptight
Got lots of friends who got network light
So week in and out, he ain't stuck
Broke countless mirrors, and still got luck
So by sundown, the damage fixed
Give it a smack with his tail and cracks open a Twix
He been savin and cravin and slavin for
You know it tastes so good, he start rockin the floor
Side to side, with the Flatbush Rock
Sayin, "All I wanna do is turn back the clock
Cause I'm a old beaver now, and I ain't got much
But yo - I still got the touch"
Stomp your feet and clap your hands
>From New York to the Netherlands
If that's too much road for your mind to pave
Feel the breeze and catch the wave
Catch
Catch the wave
[ VERSE 3: Bosco Money ]
Old McDonald sittin on a fence
Livin in the present tense
Looked out on the settin sun
After all his work was done
Thought of places far away
And how he'd like to live each day
Took his rifle in his hand
And struck out on the desert sand
Down a mile or so he went
Qualified for government
Now he's livin on the moon
Watchin politics balloon
Knottin money round the clock
Got his family hooked on rock
All his suits is gabardine
Envy is a shade of green
Stomp your feet and clap your hands
>From New York to the Netherlands
If that's too much road for your mind to pave
 "Pin It")
