Biochemical Equation (Datsik & Excision Remix)

Tempted by the sins of life, the pleasures of lust

With wild imaginings that you can't discuss

Oh, the flesh is weak, it's a struggle for peace

It's a daily conflict between man and beast

We, strive for God, and a better tomorrow

Still suffering, from the unforgettable sorrow

Repent from thy sins, son, and walk ye straight

Stop talking all that trash, boy, and talk ye straight

Evicted by the pressures of life, at every vital point

Still, I wouldn't give an oint'

Or, flinch an inch, or pinch a pinch

Off the pie, or ever try to try your winch

Confronted by the devil himself, and stayed strong

You think you can take the King, now meet Kong

Strong as the base of a mountain, there's no counting

How many MC's, have sprung from our fountain

Fifty thousand year process, to make this combination

I'm not, giving mine away to Satan

Although, I know that he's awaiting

To get ahold of my biochemical equation

I'm a slip him son, I'm a dip him, son

When I catch the drop on him, I'm a clip him, son

Fifty thousand year process, to make this combination

Ninety nine elements, biochemical manifestation

I'm not giving mines away to Satan

Although, I know that he's awaiting

I'm a slip him son, I'm a dip him, son

When I catch the drop on him, I'm a clip him, son

Bet Aq', straight to the head with the pet rock

At least til I can get from out this booth, it's like a sweat box

Trained a few bars of head nodding, throw us a stack

Payin' men it's sewed up like glen n' bob in bonus pack

Invest in the first b-boy kid show, life on skid row, with jive talking negro's

He wear his beard like a frizzly haired grizzly

And kept his appearances exquisitely rare, where is he?

Is he in the backyard, or on your front porch

Or standing in the corner of the club, with the blunt torched

You're soft, they say he rhyme like he starving

And sold dobbs and bobkins, to old gods and goblins

Valley, adjust a pest and your worst best friend

Who mending with space time fabric like polyester blend

Not a hobby for no knobby-kneed, lesser men, Or sloppy like the rest of them, they probably need estrogen

Yo, yo, drunk or sober, son, don't lose your composure

Semi off the Remy, mixed with Henny, Moet demi'

Underneath the passenger seat, son, tuck the semi'

Israeli issued, automatic black pistol

The cop with the flashlight, chewed gum as he whistled

Tapped on the glass, roll it down fast

License, registration, address to your lab

They made insurance, the reason why I pulled you over

Cause the way you were swerving, sir, you can't be sober

Have you been drinking? Breathe into the breathalyzer

Get out the car, please, follow this exercise sir,

Put one finger on your nose, now from heel to toe

Walk in a straight line, ten paces, down the road

My homeboy Kato, used to do the mashed potato

Or cartwheels, and then spin house like whirled tornado

That used to chase the light, but, son, he will always save ya

Becoming pump blows, and make beats inside my basement

Drunk or sober, never lose your composure

Stress on the brain, cause pain and stomach ulcers

If you can't understand, then come closer

We civilize the uncivilized cause we supposed to

Drunk or sober, never lose your composure

Light give your hand, black man stand as a soldier

Stress on the brain, cause pain and stomach ulcers

If you can't understand, then come closer...