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311

Applied Science

 

Applied Science

(album: Grassroots - 1994)


Nod your head to this as a lot of apprentice
Some of this we're standing on the shoulders of giants
Some tyrants some benevolent
To the followers it's relevant
The rest get bent on lending opinions
I'm ascending to a brand new level I revel in completion
I like to see deletion of a parasite uh
To make the low flight
Fools know rules but the rest keep bouncing back
With the lack of further adieu see
As one can deduce we kick out the jams
Slamming shit out hard and long
'Cause we got more song, dig, check it

Something you might like now
All-star bound yeah your so sound
Cool as the blue water all around
From a force field flashing somebody is sending
Black evolutions of love you are hearing
The dark supernatural is the world we call
Our own home lightning in the mind comes out in song
But we're wild they say never trust us we're shady
In lieu of the crew your into we are baby
'Cause music will be coming out the words we speak
We erect break beats shatter wax still on the platter
Our shit is badder we come fly then we scatter
'Cause we deep and we solid yeah we hear ya holler

Electricity running through is all that feels good
Sometime the only thing that really ever could
Feed that hunger I crave it I love it I gave it
I shoved it in a battery and saved it for later
A waiter in the Dorothy C. Pavilion in '89
I met some weirdos and had myself a real good time
Downtown L.A. is a soul graveyard
Where you gotta be hard or get jacked
It lacked a certain sense of something something basic
No karma in the least I broke east
You know I had to face it I guess I flaked
But it was no mistake because 311's got the boom y'all

My mic check is giving me electric company
I can't see the high wide sky or stars above me
Are you a flower or more like a high rise tower
If so the soul of sweet delight on you will shower
There's a place for us they say is somewhere
Not a dream but a place and you will be there
You're slipping but content because your spirit
And hills are alive with the sound of music

People never see the whole trip of life
Grab knowledge man and all you do is siph

done

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