[Verse 1]
I'm a disciple of science
I know the universe is compliance with natural laws,
but many place reliance on the psuedo-science of quacks and
morons and fools because,
their educations deficient,
they put faith in omniscient,
make believe beings who control their fate,
but the Hawk ain't with it, dig it,
their Holy writ ain't the least bit legit,
its a bunch of bullshit.
They need to read a book that ain't so damn old old,
let reason take hold,
though truth to be told,
they're probably already too far gone,
withdrawn, the conclusion foregone.
But maybe there is still hope for the young,
if they reject the dung being slung from the tongues,
of the ignorant fools who call themselves preachers,
and listen instead to their science teachers.
[Chorus]
Upon blind faith they place reliance,
what we need more of is science!
[Trash Talk]
Uh yeah, that's right!
Fundamentalist assholes!
Screw the hole lot of them.
[Verse 2]
Look, I ain't Thomas Dolby,
science doesn't blind me,
think you're smart? Form a line behind me,
you won't find me, truth to tell,
to be a man who suffers fools very well.
Quite the opposite in fact,
I ain't got time to interact,
with crystal wearing freaks in need of a smack.
New age motherfuckers? Don't get me started,
I made more sense than them, last time I farted.
Not to put too fine a point upon it,
but the whole new age movement is full of shit.
Please allow me to elaborate,
explicate, expatiate.
from astral projection to zygomancy its a,
mish mash of idiocy.
Instead of the archaic worship of seasons,
they should explore logic and reason.
[Chorus]
[Trash Talk]
Fucking new-agers!
Is there any amount of bullshit they won't swallow?
It's two-thousand-aught-three goddammit!
When are these morons gonna join us in the 21st century?
[Trash Talk]
Right now!
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.
[Verse 1]
I am a scientist.
I am a physicist.
I know what I want, and I know how to get it,
I want to unlock the universe.
[Chorus]
Yes, I want a unified field theory.
It's the only one for me.
[Verse 2]
A unified field theory,
it's coming some day wait and see.
A theory to combine electromagnetivity,
with the weak and strong forces and gravity.
[Chorus]
Yes, I want a unified field theory.
Not Newtonian gravity.
[Verse 3]
Einstein tried, but he couldn't see,
the random state of the galaxies.
But quantum theory will be key,
to a unified field theory.
[Chorus]
Yes, I want a unified field theory.
Not relativity.
[Verse 4]
Right now the best bet seems to be,
the work being done in M-Theory.
Time will tell but I guarantee,
they ain't gonna find it at MIT.
[Chorus]
The institute won't beat me.
Ain't gonna happen G.
[Outro]
Cause, I want a unified field theory.
Yes, I want a unified field theory.
You know what I mean?
Yes, I want a unified field theory.
And a Nobel prize for me.
O yeah!
Uhh!
[Trash Talk]
Oh yeah, MC Hawking and DJ Doomsday,
kicking it with the hardcore beat,
to get you out your seat.
We be laying this down for PC Gamer in 2002.
[Verse 1]
GTA3's like the Sims to me,
a real life simulator 'cause that's where I be,
on the street, packing heat, car jacking, head cracking,
taking duckets from the pockets of the bourgeoisie.
In Liberty City, it's easy to score.
no one in this city locks their car door.
So I'm jacking every cheetah that I happen to see,
not looking like a dot, I'm kicking it 3D.
Then just to mix it up I jack an Esperanto,
uzi out the window spraying the spank ho's.
police take notice so I hit the gas,
and hit the Pay'n'Spray to get the cops off my ass.
Yeah, Liberty City, it's my virtual home,
you dis the LC, I'll drop a nine in your dome.
I got the PE pumping on the MP3,
Yo it's G to the T to the A to the 3.
[Trash Talk]
Yo Doomsday, you ever notice how the old ladies in this town,
never hesitate to throw down?
You knock one of them down they get right up again.
Those are some hardcore grandma's!
[Verse 2]
Sometimes I sit in my car and just listen to Laslo,
rock the chatterbox with the serious flow.
Then I gotta get getting while the getting's still good,
so I take a quick spin to 8-Balls in Harwood.
The car don't make it on account of mafiosos,
hood in flames, I'm hoofing past the po-po.
Sure it's so slow, still it appeals to Hawking,
LC be the only place where I be walking.
Taxi cab missions, got old fast,
if I want Crazy Taxi I'll dust-off my DreamCast.
I'm all about crime all the motherlovin time,
only pausing from my mayhem to bust a dope rhyme.
Driving scary like a crazed Hally Berry,
got a job to do and no time to tarry,
I got the PE pumping on the MP3,
Yo it's G to the T to the A to the 3.
[Trash Talk]
Oh yeah, that's right gta3.
It's about time somebody made a videogame out of my life.
Yo doom take us out of here.
Army with harmony
Doomsday, drop a load on them
[Verse 1]
Entropy, how can I explain it? I'll take it frame by frame it,
to have you all jumping, shouting saying it.
Let's just say that it's a measure of disorder,
in a system that is closed, like with a border.
It's sorta, like a, well a measurement of randomness,
proposed in 1850 by a German, but wait I digress.
"What the fuck is entropy?", I here the people still exclaiming,
it seems I gotta start the explaining.
You ever drop an egg and on the floor you see it break?
You go and get a mop so you can clean up your mistake.
But did you ever stop to ponder why we know it's true,
if you drop a broken egg you will not get an egg that's new.
That's entropy or E-N-T-R-O to the P to the Y,
the reason why the sun will one day all burn out and die.
Order from disorder is a scientific rarity,
allow me to explain it with a little bit more clarity.
Did I say rarity? I meant impossibility,
at least in a closed system there will always be more entropy.
That's entropy and I hope that you're all down with it,
if you are here's your membership.
[Chorus]
You down with entropy?
Yeah, you know me! [x3]
Who's down with entropy?
Every last homey!
[Verse 2]
Defining entropy as disorder's not complete,
'cause disorder as a definition doesn't cover heat.
So my first definition I would now like to withdraw,
and offer one that fits thermodynamics second law.
First we need to understand that entropy is energy,
energy that can't be used to state it more specifically.
In a closed system entropy always goes up,
that's the second law, now you know what's up.
You can't win, you can't break even, you can't leave the game,
'cause entropy will take it all 'though it seems a shame.
The second law, as we now know, is quite clear to state,
that entropy must increase and not dissipate.
Creationists always try to use the second law,
to disprove evolution, but their theory has a flaw.
The second law is quite precise about where it applies,
only in a closed system must the entropy count rise.
The earth's not a closed system' it's powered by the sun,
so fuck the damn creationists, Doomsday get my gun!
That, in a nutshell, is what entropy's about,
you're now down with a discount.
[Chorus]
[Trash Talk]
Hit it!
Doomsday, kick it in!
[Trash Talk]
Yo, this one goes out to all you punk
bitches who think the Hawkman is soft
just because I'm wicked smart.
Listen up, I got something to say.
[Verse 1]
Straight out of Oxford a crazy motherfucker named Hawking.
When I be rocking the mic you be gawking,
at me 'cause I'm a bad mama-jamma,
you wanna lock me up put my ass in the slamma.
But fuck that shit 'cause no jail can hold me,
you can't even catch me much less control me.
So if you see me coming you better duck,
'cause Stephen Hawking is crazy as fuck.
[Verse 2]
2000 is the number another summer,
sound of the funky drummer.
Stephen Hawking would like to say,
that I'm a crazy motherfucker from around the way.
Kicking science like no one else can,
my dick is twice as long as my attention span.
So if you cross me bitch you're out of luck,
'cause Stephen Hawking is crazy as fuck.
[Breakdown]
Uh yeah! Make it funky now!
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
Go Doomsday! It's your birthday!
Yo! Break it down!
[Trash Talk]
Aah ya, that's right. I'm fuckin' nutty.
I'd just as soon bust a cap in your ass as look at you.
I'm like Ed Beagly Jr. at a motherfucking oil spill.
The gate is down and the lights are flashing but there ain't no train coming.
Yo, I ain't through yet. Kick that shit back in.
[Verse 3]
Once again back in the motherfucking ring,
The H to the A to the W-King.
When I roll I roll it heavvy and I roll it phat,
packing bitches in the Chevy and a clip in my Gatt.
Yo, I told you twice already, I wont tell you again,
the mighty Stephen Hawking is fuckin' insane,
So if you see me coming bitch you better duck,
'cause Stephen Hawking is crazy as fuck.
[Trash Talk]
Ah yeah, that's right motherfuckers!
I'm back riding a funky track.
I got a story to tell you all,
So listen up!
Yo! Trip on this!
[Verse 1]
I'm rolling through the hood on a Saturday night,
got a 40 in my left hand, my dick in my right,
some chronic in my lap, a pager in my cap,
and a 9 millimeter in the small of my back.
I'm just chilling no place to be,
I take another pull off my 40 z.
I'm thinking 'bout spinning a fat ass tree,
a B to the L to the U-N-T.
Then I get a call on my dope cell phone,
check the caller ID, what up homes?
Yo, it's the Doom and his news ain't good:
"little Pookie got capped last night in the hood."
I feel like the world is fading away,
I saw Little Pookie just the other day.
Pookie was my boy we shared Kool-aid in the park,
now some punks took his life in the dark.
I ask Doomsday who the motherfuckers be,
"some punk ass bitches from MIT."
The fucking Institute, man I should've known,
I say meet me at my crib and hang up the phone.
Playtimes over I got a job to do,
and the world will be less crowded by the time I'm through,
and I'll keep rolling while bullets fly,
cause all my shootings be drivebys.
[Verse 2]
One minute to midnight we hit the street,
cold as a cadaver, hard as concrete.
Doomsday's packing a baby Mac,
got my AK-47 and the nine in my back.
The Alpine's glowing, P-E's flowing,
got my swerve on tight and my game face showing.
Them damn punks are gonna pay,
the Hawks on the case a bird of prey.
Then up ahead cold chilling in the street,
six motherfuckers from MIT.
I flick off the safety, check my grip,
and load a dum-dum clip.
I glance at the Doom to make sure he's packed,
his fingers on the trigger of his baby Mac.
Time to give a Newtonian demonstration,
of a bullet its mass and its acceleration.
Nine on my lap AK in my hand,
I roll up slow like a snake in the sand.
I wait till I'm sure they can see my face,
then I bust out slugs to the beat of the bass.
The streets sketched out in the full moon light,
MIT punks dying left and right.
There's nowhere to run don't even try,
cause all my shootings be drivebys.
[Verse 3]
Then silence hits the street like a bomb,
an eerie calm like the eye of storm.
Beneath the glow of an old street light,
dead MIT punks be the only sight.
6 motherfuckers no longer alive,
and Pookie's been avenged 1 for 1 plus 5,
and we'll be long gone 'fore the cops arrive,
'cause all my shootin's be, Drivebys.
[Trash Talk]
Ah yeah! I'm busting more shit than an incontinent man at a chili cook-off!
The moral of the story is:
Don't fuck with the Hawkman, 'cause the Hawkman ain't down with that eye for an eye bullshit.
Fuck that! You take an eye and I'll take your motherfucking head!
[Trash Talk]
Yo, DJ Doomsday, give me one of them funky ass beats.
Oh yes, that's some funky shit.
I'm about ready to kick this motherfucker in.
You all ready for me to drop some science on your ass?
Check it.
[Verse 1]
I am the mighty Stephen Hawking,
I am dope like LSD,
I am fly I kick it old school,
I'll tell you that for free.
On the stage I rock the mic,
my science is so tight,
other rappers best step off,
I'm bad like Dolamite.
I'm from the streets you know it's true,
my homey's are all dead,
fuck with me you'll join them too,
I'll cap you in the head.
Don't make me get out of this chair,
I'll pop you like a zit,
you step to me as if you bad,
bitch please you ain't got shit.
[Chorus]
I'm the mighty Steven Hawking,
The might mighty Steven Hawking,
I'm the mighty Steven Hawking,
Might might mighty Steven Hawking,
[Trash Talk]
Ah yeah, Stephen Hawking is in full effect!
Check this shit out.
[Verse 2]
Bitch you think I'm bad,
I ain't even started yet,
I'll whack your whole damn crew,
and not even break a sweat.
My rep is fucking huge,
my dick's harder than concrete,
getting paid and laid,
gangsta player elite.
Dr. Dre can suck my dick,
that bitch got no PHD,
I lost count of mine,
I got stupid whack degrees.
Complex math it ain't no thing,
I'm mad dope crazy fly,
like Quantum formula,
I'll leave you asking why.
[Chorus]
[Trash Talk]
Ah yeah, that's some serious bad-ass, Wu-tang, Scooby gang,
funky-ass shit I be laying down on your ass!
Stephen Hawking is in the house and he be taking care of business.
Peace! I'm out of here!
In there beginning there was nothing
not even time--
no planets, no stars, no hip-hop, no rhyme.
But then there was a bang like the sound of my GAT:
the universe began and the shit was phat
The universe began as a singularity.
Nobody knows what went on then, G.
For ten million trillion trillion trillionths of a second,
the state of the universe cannot be reckoned.
The fundamental forces were unified--
we've no theory to describe that,
though I've tried. Then the forces
split and the universe was born--
it was hotter then a priest watching
kiddie porn.
Protons, neutrons, and electrons came to pass
as photons collided, changing energy to mass.
Three minutes go by, temps to cool one billion
down from one hundred million trillion trillion.
This reduced heat allowed a new event:
the formation of heavier elements,
still it was millions of years 'fore the first star glowed.
IF YOUR DOWN WITH THE BANG SING ALONG HERE WE GO!
It was the big pow piz-ow bang a dang diggy diggy boom diggy boom pow boom the Big BIZANG.
the big pow piz-ow bang a dang diggy diggy boom diggy boom pow boom the Big BIZANG.
Hold on now, what about inflation?
That's a little tricky and could use some explanation.
Inflation, one could barely state,
was the time when the universe expanded at a rate
that was faster then the speed of light, but that over-simplifies and it ain't quite right. Still the for purposes here, it will have to do, 'cuz I ain't got the time to explain it to you
ROCK
DAMN
It was the big pow piz-ow bang a dang diggy diggy boom diggy boom pow boom the Big BIZANG.
the big pow piz-ow bang a dang diggy diggy boom diggy boom pow boom the Big BIZANG.
The beginning of time, and the birth of all matter
Say it took seven days, you're as mad as a hatter.
It was millions of years 'fore the first star glowed, if your down with the bang sing along, here we go
It was the big pow piz-ow bang a dang diggy diggy boom diggy boom pow boom the Big BIZANG.
The big pow piz-ow bang a dang diggy diggy boom diggy boom pow boom the Big BIZANG.
the big bizang...
The big bizang...
BOOOOOM....
the big bizang.
[Trash Talk]
Ah yeah, here we go again!
Damn! This is some funky shit that I be laying down on your ass.
This one goes out to all my homey's working in the field of
evolutionary science.
Check it!
[Verse 1]
Fuck the damn creationists, those bunch of dumb-ass bitches,
every time I think of them my trigger finger itches.
They want to have their bullshit, taught in public class,
Stephen J. Gould should put his foot right up their ass.
Noah and his ark, Adam and his Eve,
straight up fairy stories even children don't believe.
I'm not saying there's no god, that's not for me to say,
all I'm saying is the Earth was not made in a day.
[Chorus]
Fuck, fuck, fuck,
fuck the Creationists.
[Trash Talk]
Break it down.
Ah damn, this is a funky jam!
I'm about ready to kick this bitch back in.
Check it.
[Verse 2]
Fuck the damn creationists I say it with authority,
because kicking their punk asses be me paramount priority.
Them wack-ass bitches say, "evolution's just a theory",
they best step off, them brainless fools, I'll give them cause to fear me.
The cosmos is expanding every second, every day,
but their minds are shrinking as they close their eyes and pray.
They call their bullshit science like the word could give them cred,
if them bitches be scientists then cap me in the head.
[Chorus]
[Trash Talk]
Bass!
Bring that shit in!
Ah yeah, that's right, fuck them all motherfuckers.
Fucking punk ass creationists trying to set scientific thought back 400 years.
Fuck that!
If them superstitious motherfuckers want to have that kind of party,
I'm going to put my dick in the mashed potatoes.
Fucking creationists.
Fuck them.
[Trash Talk]
Oh, yeah!
Damn, this is smooth.
Yo, a lot of people been askin' what the Hawkman's all about, this one's for you.
[Verse 1]
"E" stands for energy, yo that's me,
I'm a brilliant scientist and a dope MC.
Before you step to me I'd think twice G,
I'm the Lord of Chaos, King of Entropy.
You down with it? I motherfuckin' hope so,
'cause if you're not, I got a motherfuckin' rope yo!
I'll string you up, from a big-ass tree,
with a sign round your neck that says, "Wack MC".
There ain't another motherfucker hard like me,
I'm a universal constant, I'm a singularity.
Got Doomsday at my back with fat-ass tracks,
he pumps funk in the cracks and cuts wax with an axe.
So listen up bitch, 'cause there may be a test,
my style is smooth, but it's hard to digest.
My science is tight, rhymes faster than light,
like a ton of TNT I'm about to ignite.
[Chorus]
E=mc,
E=mc Hawking!
[Verse 2]
I explode like a bomb, no one is spared,
my power is my mass times the speed of light squared.
Hoes on my tip, 15 bullets in my clip,
my hand rests heavy on my pistol grip.
Doomsday cuts it up like a Shaolin monk,
pumping the funk in your junk-trunk punk.
There's no escaping here, I'm gonna beat you out of shape,
like a fucking black hole even light can't escape.
Got the mind to bust a rhyme to make your brain bleed,
other rappers talk shit, but they gotta concede,
that I'm a 3 sandwich eatin', super-model meetin',
step to me punk and you're gonna get a beatin'.
So listen up bitch, 'cause there may be a test,
my style is smooth, but it's hard to digest.
My science is tight, rhymes faster than light,
like a ton of TNT I'm about to ignite.
[Chorus]
[Trash Talk]
Break down!
Ah yeah, that's right, E=mc Hawking motherfuckers!
God damn, that was some stanky-ass funk.
Somebody open a motherfuckin' window.
Yo Doomsday, take us out.
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