[Intro]So I'm at the barbershopAnd we talking about this new generation of hip-hopAnd how, how lost you all are, manBut y'all have no scienceSo here you go[Verse 1]The systematic knowledge of the physical worldGained through observation and experimentationUsually beginning with a hypothesisOr what some may call an estimationRecord your results from a series of testsAnd what you're left with is a theory at bestNow let me give my hypothesis, an educated guessOn why my people on the whole seem to be such a messGenocide: the deliberate exterminationOf a race, culture, or an entire nationCenturies ago they brought us here on a boatEnslaved us, beat us, til our spirit was brokeThen they gave us freedom and a little bit of hopeThen they killed our leaders and they gave us dope (crack)From the C.I.A. by way of NicaraguaShipped to Rick Ross, he’s the black GodfatherNow Oscar Blandón was his known supplierHe snitched on Rick so that he could retireRatted on Ricky so he got out quicklyNow this is where the situation gets a little stickyNot a citizen of the U.S.AHe got released and got hired by the D.E.AThen he got his green card from the I.N.SBut that should’ve never happened due to previous arrestsSee our government seems to think that there is a differenceBetween powdered cocaine and crack, for instanceYou get five years for five grams of crackBut in the powdered form you have a hundred times thatNow who has the rock, and who has the powder?Who’s the oppressed and who has the power?They want you to fail so you wind up in jailYou know how much they make while you sittin in that cell?Billions of dollars for inmate facilitiesYou sell yourself back into slavery willinglyIt's not black and white, it’s so much moreIt’s the rich stayin rich and the poor stayin poorThe poor white’s meth, the poor black’s crackIt’s not about race and once you realize thatWe as a nation are free to move onAnd become one people, a movement, strong[Hook x2]Droppin this scienceMurs is a scientistDroppin this science while they drop bombs[Verse 2]Now black people weren't the first to be enslavedWe were just the first to be treated this wayNo education, you were killed if you could readSo you hid your intellect if you wanted to succeedAnd what happens to a lie when you livin' itYou lose sight of who you are and start forgettin' itSo many of us to this day act ignorantA mere shadow of our form of magnificenceWelfare: no independenceWe become victims dependin' on the systemLooking for a handout waiting on some helpDwelling on the past feeling sorry for your selfBut you do what you can to make it out the trapAnd that right there is the origin of rapIt wasn't always played on every radio stationIt was us makin the best out of a bad situationInner city schools stopped teaching us instrumentsWe took turntables and started flippin' itStole electricity from the street lightsPlugged it into a system and made the beat hypeThere was a mic but MC's weren't rulin'It was more 'bout what the DJ was doin'He say a few words (GO, GO) to keep the party movin'The B-boys dancin' to the breaks and the groovesAnd the break was the part where the record broke downWhere it was just a drum and a couple of soundsYou had two records you could go back and forthTo keep the groove goin' cause the break was so shortNow if that ain't' science I don't know what isThe ingenuity of these young black kidsThe Bronx New York, Sedgwick & CedarKool Herc earth hip-hop true believers(Theory) Adversity produces opportunityAnythings accomplished through strength and unityThe fate of the world is in the hip-hop communityThe revolution's here and now with you and me[Hook x4]