SUPERSCIENTIFIKU - SYNTAX + SEMANTICS (Baby Ark) well if I drop a complicated rhyme compare me to Fabian Foxx cause fuck it - I donīt care whether you get it or not (mr Noun) we get credit and props when weīre settin it off and if not - rhymes mustīve passed over your head that were hot so you cold donīt get it - should I sweat it or not that my science canīt be deciphered by the head of a jock probably not - you see my audience is targeted gotta say "fuck it" like my man Arka did (mr Noun) night time you might find Noun and crew lounging to beats by the pound and downing brew (Baby Ark) we turn this town into a modern Sodom or Gomorra got a rhyme plus a beer bottle for ya Explorer, Carlsberg even Baileys with twenty dickriders forming a tail - call us Haileys make no mistake kid - we intoxicated but still sharper than most when things get mic rock related (Baby Ark) kids who step to this they get hurt a lot Iīm fucking up the grammar like my name was Bernadotte (mr Noun) by listening to the way we flipping you can learn a lot bout linguistics so ill they concern a doc we prefer to rock in ways that turn a spot into one that probably wonīt last long so abandon your plans on stepping kid cause we gets dirtier with grammar than your grandfather ever did (Hook x2) Superci emcees syntax semantics hit you from both sides just like a sex sandwich yo we wreck mad shit - got topics to go [whoīs style do you suppose reaches higher plateus] (mr Noun) rappers talk bout theyīre on top when they know thatīs not the issue when you fall off you could be a barchelorette - and still nobodyīd miss you (Baby Ark) make it official the Tifiku intend to run it down - and make you smile like a hundred clows we stick around plus of course that when we kick a rhyme that shitīll still sound pretty dope in a year from now now hear me out īcause we strive for longevity youīs a one time wonder [but I say - never me] (Baby Ark) most kids donīt even know what itīs bout lacking dedication like a book with the first page ripped out (mr Noun) runninī their big mouth bout things they plan to do but never get done - son Iīve got plans for you get in the lab you fool, stop fronting in front of your cohort and try letting your rhymes do the talking Supersci is sorting things out yīall rap featherweights need to dedicate and realize what itīs bout (mr Noun) lotta producers drop beats but most seem to lack taste Flyphonicīs always on it when gettin the tracks laced (Baby Ark) I donīt hate or debate I excavate wax crates examinate black plates in pursuit of fat breaks yo your pseudo-mack ways canīt compare to my record-playalism budo-discipline beat-making agenda I ainīt a spender so I go for cheap findings but still got that rich sound thatīll keep you rewinding Superci emcees...