DOWNTOWN SCIENCE - Winning lyrics

rate me

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But never outdated, and yet I'm alienated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

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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...

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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

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