SUPERSCI - BLOW OUT SPOTS (Noun) rappers yap about they taking it back - you taking it back to beginners level kid cause what you taping is wack P and IīnīI said it - you faking the jax while we stick to saying the facts and making the wax staying at that laying the tracks with sick beats and sixteens that split spleens so sickly itīs sickening to me all these bitching emcees need to be brushing your teethcause in your mouth is where my Charles Dickens be CDīs and double LPīs FP delv deep to find something healthy creating rich shit but ainīt nothing whealthy me and son ainīt felt sleep for real since ī04 for sure gotta write record and go tour word to Rem Deez we spinning around like snowboards on this cold course bringing the heat to your town any trees in my path my axe sweeping them down (scratches) we blow out spots from Sweden back to Pelon Baby Ark - mister Noun attacking your batalion with the style we on create thunder storms over the road tundra Supersci and Flyphonic the stronger the roots the stronger the tree (Arka) beaming out live from the basement itīs a global transmission man I rub it in the face of those of yīall whoīve been pissing on the Sci and dismissing our hopes and ambitions itīs a worldwide thing let em know itīs official blowing spots when we rhyming itīs a live thing and more than anything manifestation of a mind frame that cats can relate to - so we recieve kudos and props for the way that weīre doing it up (Noun) who in the cut - Observe and pay heed cause we chewing em up - like burgers and cheese ainīt really got time to lurk and blaze weed gotta spread these pinetrees do work and raise seeds walking gray streets with dim lights basing my life on maybes and what Iīm feeling inside dealing with Sci you can expect nothing but a roller coaster ride to the gut yo best buckle up (scratches) (Arka) we leaving emcees in a stage of decomposition when we bomb over beats you listen because Iīm on a world wide mission to express how I feel man I burn with ambition so itīs crazy for real and itīs ill singing the blues over drum machine patterns while my playback device streams data data data spitting it out decoding it sequencially the way I see it if we wrote it it was meant to be like that shit was etched in stone when we rocking over beats that are certified to wreck your dome I got my dogs with me time to fetch a bone and if youīre still sleeping time to strech and moan (scratches)