
SUPERSCIENTIFIKU - HOW WE GONNA FAIL NOW?


how we gonna fail now yo it´s hard to see
when we got the biggest hearts and the hardest beats
now pardon me - but Baby Ark and me
gonna spark this superscience shit retardedly

(mr Noun)
it´s a part of me - close to my heart like my lungs
when I´m on stage I get so amped that I bite my tounge
excite the young to raise their fists with energy
I´m having emcees swearing that there was ten of me
you wanna f with this like between John and Kennedy
then jump on the dick and try to make friends with me?
can´t feel that - I peel back the wigs of the wack
I´m up late writing rhymes while you´re hitting the sack
Ark and E digging the wax - the track´s blistering
we raise eyebrows like porn flicks with your sister in
most often give kids a pound instead of dissing em
but cat´s that don´t know Noun should stick with the mistering

(Arka)
we glistening in sharp contrast to your lustre-lack
busting raps on and on til E say enough of that
stuff a wax platter down the throat of that wack rapper
who dropped it - make him wish he pressed a CD

(mr Noun)
while I crack a wax plate in four pieces add milk and eat it for cereal
let out the tiger and write a whole pile of new material
about to go imperial with serial releases
densly dropped twelve inches off the hinches
a rapper pinc his arm to see if he´s still dreaming
but ain´t nothing changed it´s still the Sci still Sweden
still Soundvall still Ark and Noun and still
(aahyeah whatchasay when you see me in your town)

how we gonna fail now...

(Arka)
I put mad love into this but get it all back with interest
did my part of it - Noun and E shure did the rest
bitterness - that could never be us
when we jump on the stage just tearing it up
you think you´re better than us and we could never step up?
that´s like dealing with record companies and never get fucked

(mr Noun)
not likely - see there´s seven of us
all sharing the same passion of tearing it up
big hearted emcees over hype beats
the type to go nuts on stage and say "bite these"
leave a mic piece scorching with a warning sign saying
"don´t touch for at least half an hour"
that´s how I feel this year - the mission is to
keep it fresh and nice to hear/hair like conditioners
keep loving it but still mind these ends
and ain´t no separating supersciamese twins

(Arka)
and when we rhyming it´s that passionate shit
bumrushing on the set just bashing the kit
and now I´m asking you this - how yo seeing us fail
when about fifty percent of Sweden be on our tail
so fuck keeping it real - it´s all about the love we putting in
you still stuck in the same spot - that´s why you couldn´t win
it should´ve been Arka and Noun through all of your town
on banners posters flyers and all around

how we gonna fail now...