Gutter Science
[Verse 1: Son of Saturn]
Tims laced, hoodie up, I’m a glutton for these streets
See me dirty with forbidden science
Pistol hides behind us
Even if you think you see it, probably the contrary
Speaking ‘round the cipher, you get jammed up like the strawberries
My polarity’s 720, blunted with clarity
Pharisee of paranormal formulation scarcity
Let me paraphrase [?] your name is everything
We were not concerned with your prophets or your prophecies
You got ends to flaunt, they get snatched up and confiscated
You are not exonerated, probably fake anyways
Monopoly on all your paper, call me a hater, player
I don’t give a fuck, take you back to the iron maiden

[Chorus]
Run with giants
Fuck your diamonds
Don’t let the struggle touch you
We hustle with gutter science
Run with giants
Fuck your diamonds
Don’t let the struggle cut you
We hustle with gutter science
[Verse 2: Bliss]
We pseudoscientific
I’m skeptic intellectual
Eclectic electric light beams
Your schemes ineffectual
Infinitesimal, minute, minuscule
Deliver the decimal with a crude interest to ridicule the molecule within all of you
Give you a hollow view of the shell of a man
Break your back working for the slack of the CEO
See spot go right into the ground
Free the soul before you’re found on your way down the spiraling pyramid structure
Time to duck the puncture of the devil’s horn
Poking through your third eye like acupuncture
Rupture the membrane separating the id and the ego
‘cause he goes wherever we go

[Chorus]
Run with giants
Fuck your diamonds
Don’t let the struggle touch you
We hustle with gutter science
Run with giants
Fuck your diamonds
Don’t let the struggle cut you
We hustle with gutter science
[Verse 3: Son of Saturn]
Gutter science, run with giants
Fuck your diamonds, touch the minds of troubled lives and crumble vices
Nothing nice but love the timeless
So cover up the [?]
What’s inside is something psychic
Functions light up, so fucking tighten up
Learn to love your life and jump from the mud and climb the slumps
From the drugs, your eyes are shut
Fuck, it’s always the motto
Chakra six plus your gut and the sun is brighter tomorrow
Hollow follow of fantasy
Columns of Atlantis be tossing us in factories
Atrophy of maritime law
We want some answers, G
But rappers be the voice of corporations unknowingly
Glorifying material consumption [?]
Welcome back with open arms, exploding stars

[Chorus]
Run with giants
Fuck your diamonds
Don’t let the struggle touch you
We hustle with gutter science
Run with giants
Fuck your diamonds
Don’t let the struggle cut you
We hustle with gutter science
[Verse 4: Bliss]
Yeah, every day I’m hustling
Thriving and tussling
Striking with the muscle and tongue lunging with the [?] of the nooseful
Futuristicals
Fussing with the [?]s and must-dos
I bust through and break all barriers
Make all the [?]
Speaking of spoken token thoughts, we open
Grieving the hoping to soak in oceans of no sins
Of floating, coasting on the locust wing, bringing the plague
Roasting on a focused notion that we singing the pain
While others slang were lingering in the rain
Finger in the inner brain
Stinging like the winter’s [?]
Slinging that giant gutter science right to your middle vein
The riddle shame the kiddle’s name yet we still remaining the same

[Chorus]
Run with giants
Fuck your diamonds
Don’t let the struggle touch you
We hustle with gutter science
Run with giants
Fuck your diamonds
Don’t let the struggle cut you
We hustle with gutter science