Downtown Science Winning Lyrics

Winning Lyrics

Bosco Money possessin knowledge if you seek it



Make you understand my language even though you probably don't speak it



I came specifically to freak it



Always eat my Wheeties, so I don't feel peaked



When it's time to pick up the mic and rhyme, I do



So I can prove to you that mom duke came through



With a strong son



And if it's time to have fun



I treat the mic like a gun



Pull the trigger



Transform, and get bigger



I'm the man that make you peep the rhyme and say



"Damn!" - don't think I'm not, when I am



Underrated, frequently imitated



But never outdated, and yet I'm alienated



Because they say I'm 180 instead of bein full-circle



Anti - yo, I came from the sky



So catch a brainstorm and kill that



I ain't tryin to hear it



The rhyme fits your mind so nice, you wanna wear it







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	I'm winnin, cause I'm in it to win it



	You think I'm not, when I am?



	I'm winnin till I'm grinnin



	It's almost like I'm sinnin



	I'm a winner from the beginnin







I can't be part of this nonsense



Of black versus white, or vice versa



Growin worse everday, in no way



Becomin better, I rather be a trendsetter



And stay ahead of the rest



Who underestimate my brain matter



Let the truth scatter, manifest some data



And drop it, like Harry Truman dropped the A bomb



Or Nixon dropped troops in Vietnam



And while I'm on the subject of presidential thinkin



Clock lots of Jacksons, cause my thoughts is Lincoln



Not sinkin like a raft, cause I'm cooler than Shaft



And my wisdom is refreshing like a frosty draft



Ale, and I will not fail to prevail 



Until they throw me in jail



I woulda went to Yale, but I didn't get accepted



Know why? I didn't apply...







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Play me like a tape, and memorize my melody



Layin, relayin, portrayin, conveyin and sayin



What I mean, and like Vaseem



Clear out your eyes, so you can see



Society's been selling you a dream



Schemin on your self-esteem



It got you sweatin a lifestyle the magazines



Seem to make real



But tell me, what's the deal



Have you become of victim of the media appeal?



I have, best believe I'm not jokin



Cause like the Marlboro Man, my rhymes are smokin



Pokin hoes and societal woes I'm lookin in



Is yet another way I unmistakably win



So hip yourself to my tip



I'm packin the house like a ceb



Tonight I'm trippin like Greyhound



>From town to town



Droppin the knowledge most profound







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