[Intro]
Yeah, gimme me some volume on that
Yeah, SOS
Brooklyn (No doubt), Tri-State
Yeah, we 'bout to represent (True that, true that)
Peter Chan, Tike-O, Beetle
Feelin' y'all, so check it out (International vibes)
Feel me yo

[Verse 1: Peter Chan & Tike-O]
Sometimes I think about my past and all the dirt I did
I used to brand a pistolero like the Rawhide Kid
A wild shorty, I used to love rap shows
I kept the stubs as reminders and momentos
Until the day that I can grace my own album cover
Becomin' pleasin' in thе eyesight of my mother
I usеd to wonder why I worked so hard
Now son I'm walkin' up in Saks with the platinum card
Never poverty struck but always in a rut
Now I flash bigger bills than the mighty ducks
Rippin' shows so the fans can identify
Exemplify, divide the cash and then multiply
A lotta people didn't think that we could come like this
But we be SOS, the certified sound scientists
If it's a simple track, my DJ Beetle make it fly
Then me and Chan come through to verbally solidify
Some think that they could do a sim but that's a fuckin' joke
Give 'em the mic in front of Tike and watch 'em harder choke
Don't even think you'll be extinct just like dinosaurs
Course, my name ain't James but I'm worthy of applause and plenty jaws
Our time has come, we got the gun and I'm biggity
Can we represent? No doubt (Nah, no diggity)
[Chorus: Tawanna Sherriod]
You can't mess around with Science Of Sound
When they're doin' their thang
No doubt, no diggity (No diggity)
No doubt, no diggity baby
You can't mess around with Science Of Sound
When they're doin' their thang
No doubt, no diggity (No diggity)
No doubt, no diggity baby

[Verse 2: Peter Chan & Tike-O]
I won't shares the vacation in a private villa
Never my [?], I'm dabbin' on a cold Miller
A little hideaway whenever I need amnesty
Go get the family, we loungin' in the canopy
Peace to Quest, yo I know God is lookin' at them
And in my mind you remain forever platinum
There's no limits on how far SOS can go
Don't ever doubt me son, now all ya n***as know
From the day that sperm cell became flesh
I was blessed with verbal intoxication like David Koresh
Straight from Crooklyn, Brooklyn, don't get your life tooken
My peeps don't be frontin', they be bustin' and hookin' (What)
Me and my crew wanna grow like a mutated amoeba
That's why our beats and rhymes be kickin' just like Sunny Cheeba
And even if a female MC test me, I'ma see her
I scorch that cootie like a scrotum full of gonorrhea
This ain't my best but it'll do 'cause most are very tack
'Cause I got the fat man and Peter Chan in back (I got your back son)
Kaleido Phonetics is the proof
When we deliver punks or shiver just like Abdul-Rauf (No diggity)
[Chorus: Tawanna Sherriod]
You can't mess around with Science Of Sound
When they're doin' their thang
No doubt (Uh), no diggity
No doubt, no diggity baby (SOS, no diggity)
You can't mess around with Science Of Sound
When they're doin' their thang
No doubt, no diggity
No doubt, no diggity baby

[Interlude]
Did SOS flip the script? No diggity
Is hip-hop the shit? No diggity
Big up to the Madness Clique, no diggity
Is this jam a hit? No diggity
Yeah, no diggity

[Chorus: Tawanna Sherriod]
You can't mess around with Science Of Sound
When they're doin' their thang
No doubt, no diggity
No doubt, no diggity baby (No diggity)
You can't mess around with Science Of Sound
When they're doin' their thang
No doubt, no diggity
No doubt, no diggity baby