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A Miraculous Kind Of Machine

by Junk Science

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The Syllabus 02:45
J to the U to the N to the K to the S to the C to the I to the E to the N to the C to the E That’s we, Nuk Fam, Junk Science in the place to be I start most of my raps off In a manner to efficiently make critics take their hats off Thugs take your bats off, punks take your tats off Me and Snaf the 1,2, the wax on, the wax off It’s only music, verbs and boom tics But still we fittin to fuse it with verve to move kids And that’s the Rubix, the cube’s in movement To see Snaf do it, it would seem the shoe fits Ay yo the drums is my heartbeat Thump and they start me Been Baje since a little punk with a Sharpie Even back in 9th grade, Snaf was killin it Before the Nerve Tonic we were sarsaparillin it And that’s the filament, a blast of real-a-ness Straight to the source, walk right past the middleman We deem it necessary to use primary tools So as to circumnavigate the binary rules So while I may be confident that I’m very cool We are not gathered here today for something so frivolous But something miraculous, that’s not on the syllabus To remain spectacular, when they get rid of us And so it begins, the first block placed A firing synapse, but this is not a race A willful construction, a slow and steady pace Though what we are constructing remains without a face We are no less committed, no matter the time it takes To squeeze the sweetest juice from all of our mind grapes
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Fire Drill 04:30
Check it check the graying sky Made you look, now save me mine Gimme that gill, that pill, that thrill Let’s flip that coin, let fate decide You call it, heads or tails One flip could tip the scales So when you call it, you oughta recall that tails don’t fail That’s just the way it works Sometimes you play the jerk Sometimes you play the fool Just like that first day of school My first day in 7th grade they put bubble gum inside my hair With no recourse I cut it out Like this is war, so all is fair Flashback to 6th grade, I slapped some kid upside his face Cause I was scared of the pecking order Made my case, no time to waste Not sure now which is worse; Throw that punch or get hit first Either way you playin that game Goin down that road, gotta stay in that lane So now we off-roading No longer soft spoken And if a rapper bite my shh he gets his jaw broken That flavor’s complex Not a test or bomb threat We not here to waste your time Just here to put that bass in line Like BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM This is just me showing off Steam inside me blowing off CHORUS So when we rise up Aint no time to Deny us, baby come on sign up This is a pine house And it’s time now To decide if we dry out Either that or climb out... This is a fire drill Science on the flyer bill The energy is high but we could go a little higher still So on the count of 3 Tell me what your name is And he who screams the loudest will instantly be famous So 1,2,3 let it go now What’s your name little man? Let em know now What about you, little girl? Don’t hold out Imma go wild with an old style Make a new crowd say “Oh wow, ooh child” That Junk is back with a new sound That funk is back what to do now? Better jump and clap gotta move round That globe is spinnin Gold infinite But apparently it’s not enough for all of the children And that lie main fault of the system That’s what I learned from the fall of the buildings No sound for the clouds approaching Can’t be attuned to the sound of the smoke and Gimme that vote, get down with a slogan Still shell-shocked walk around with a broken – head Nina said don’t smoke in bed I joke instead of chopping cebollitas Dame libertad con papas fritas Jihad So check it check the blueing sky Makes me look so droopy eyed Gimme that caffeine, gimme that vaccine Is he happy? You decide That’s up to interpretation BTDubs for your information Not sure why I go to work While some folks just grow herb in the basement That’s just the way it works Some lifetimes you play the jerk Spin that yarn, play that spool Then back again, first day of school So what in tarnation is reincarnation? I swear to god if I gotta go to school again I start sprayin I still have nightmares You know the type where I’m sporting rejects everybody rockin Nike airs Then again man, aint much changed Same old wall with a paint buff stain Real shine through so I say what I want Snafu now bring that bass to the front Like BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM This is just me waking up Left and right brain making up CHORUS
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Clark Kent 02:15
Now everybody wanna know something bout something When the fact is they don’t know nothing bout nothing Mothaf***as bout stuffin but forgot the turkey Must be stuck up in the oven but it got to burst free And fly away, but turkeys don’t fly They just peck around the pines, watch birdies go by Now, tell me something, if you heard he’s dope Why wouldn’t you wanna decide with your dirty own mind? It’s not worthy your time? It’s a wordy goldmine Cause me and my attorney we stay nerdy fo life And yes this applies to demand that you supply to Helpin people fine tune rings for me to fly through Some are simply wires glued, some are made of fire too And if you don’t jump high enough They say that they gonna fire you How fly are you? Why’d you think we’d hire you? Your only option... jump a little higher dude That’s not an option like swingin when the cops come Surely you could do but you stupid, they got shotguns So what’s the option to hoppin through the fire hoops? Step into the hot sun, walk amongst the briars dude Admire newts, give water to the drier roots And when you pass the man’s house, set afire roofs No H20, we let it let it burn slow For a face twofold, we let him get his turn yo A toast... no merlot! Everybody askin “Is he sober?” Noooooooo!
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Really, Man 02:33
CHORUS I’ve learned a whole lot But I don’t know shhh... It’s cool, Imma roll with it Hoppin out the window, watch me go get it No ride, now I’m stuck in the street Since I turned 16, been stuck in the beat After two years of that, I was plenty self-righteous Not alone, I know many felt like this... Watch, you gonna see the fans I’m gonna go get Looked at younger kids like “Yall don’t really know yet” Then I’m 22, four years of Vassar College Lotta smart folks, really thought I had some knowledge 25, three years of bein self-taught Laughin at the stuff my 22-year-old self thought Now I’m 28, and the only thing I know is I don’t really know shhh... that’s what Imma roll with And it’s cool, really man I’m fine Not sayin I aint goin back to school But the best teacher is time, so Imma take mine CHORUS No brakes, now I’m stuck on this bike And every now and then I see my name up in the lights And that’s cool with me, it’s who I choose to be Gorilla Coffee for the cup, and some food to eat Not to mention this beautiful girl And every day she brings something brand new to my world Got paper for the pen, salt shaker for the bread And the music sounds tight cause I make it with my friends Used to see the truth but I wasn’t seein far Plus the truth kept changin, I’m through bein smart Not done thinkin man, I’m just thinkin ‘bout Thinkin how I’m done thinkin that I got it figured out And it’s cool, really man I’m fine Not sayin I aint goin back to school But the best teacher is time, so Imma take mine
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From the top to the bottom to the top again Here we are, who we are, Nuclear, modern men Teach the kids to play a game that you aint gotta win Better yet, you aint gotta play, but still you gotta live And that’s what you might call a paradizzox Walkin down two streets in one pair of sizzocks I catch 22 birds with the same stone And still find a vacant wall and spray to make my name known It’s all written on the subway Monday through Sunday, the runway is one way So when this thing takes flight You will know exactly why we used to break night Because something happens to the air, it is electric Thus it is no accident that we are on some next ish Everybody sleepin, abandoning their senses We gather fragments of the real and try to make some sense of it We was birthed in the darkness The first to depart, wrapped in furs and the parkas And perched like a marksman with darts for these smart kids That’s marchin towards madness, mayhem on a planetary scale Now, you could jot your own page, Canterbury Tale Or watch from your homemade sanitary jail But yo, how I see the only sane choice is Gather in the quiet of the night and raise voices CHORUS And it sounds so beautiful (beautiful) So God-damned beautiful (beautiful) And it sounds so beautiful (beautiful) Some days it’s like I got so many brothers it’s hard to keep track Especially when you factor in all the feedback Between the frequencies a lot goes unsaid We sleepwalk, arms outstretched, undead Not sure what we searchin for Some kind of justification to explain what we hurtin for And once we got that, we think we’ll never let it slip And that’s what everybody means when they say get a grip On bad days we don’t know how to hold it Our hands are imperfect, flawed from the molding And if it slips and falls, it’s not broken It’s just fractured, like time movin backwards And if the rivers rose I would find safe passage With Nuk Fam over my head like I was Atlas With no practice, and no adlibs I will say it clearly, hopin that you hear me So if I said I love you, and you heard something else Let me know now and I will sever those doubts Cause there’s one thing I aint afraid to write And that’s Nuk Fam literally saved my life CHORUS
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Sailing 02:53
Looking down the grand grocery list and we got... Mayonnaise, tomato paste, 808’s and nasal sprays Hand grenades with cream filling Cancer, AIDS, green children Toss em in the great machine, the unifying crunch Then place it on a plate to see how you define lunch Is it worthy of your pallatation? With a slight recalibration? Book to movie adaptation Just a doctor out of patients With no one left to treat so We resort to tricks so You can afford the meat Throw your fork up in the mix We are achieving weightlessness come Hell or High Water But since both are fast approaching Guess I’ll sell em my mantra Which is not to die, But if you must, don’t die up in them work boots And if you know you got to fry, Don’t fry up in that jerk suit The time is now, repent a lot Select the most expensive plots We are indeed defenseless bots And that’s the road, till the engine stops But I’m the engine, you’re the engine No such thing as your dimension Open mind, forced inspection 40 years, corporate pension And just in time when the rigor mortis sets in You can bet then that they comin now for the rest of you Cause humans make the bestest glue And that’s an exaggeration, but in essence it is true That’s how they turned your old man into gelatins and goo Now if you can’t relate to what I say, don’t like the way I say it Then it’s probably safe to say that you don’t like me as a rapper Moving on, cause I don’t give a frak All my life is Little Mac Battling Super Macho Man, so Glass Joe is not the plan Me and Snaf could rock a jam, no microphone just pots and pans And he could scratch with lobster hands And I could rap my shopping plans Like – two quarts of milk, celery, eggs Newports and kale, ketamine and steaks Some of that stuff I aint really buyin But, it’s gotta rhyme And since that’s the bottom line You see why rappers gotta lie Now and then, when it sounds good Maybe when it sounds hood Maybe when the sound’s poetic Bound for town with an ounce of penance Bounce with a pound of sound investments And that’s without no leverage I walk just south of reckless A thousand miles without no breakfast But then it’s all brunch baby! Bloody Mary, extra olives, extra horseradish Rules of the game enforce madness How else to recognize humanity is hopeless And still embody the human understanding of what hope is? Without that, you just a ghost with a debit card A boat in a reservoir, a soldier with a feather bomb But with that, even great minds crumble from the weight Cause when you runnin for your life You cannot stumble out the gate
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(Baje) Baje takin notes on the way that people get rich You could check the list then see which is the best fit Utilize your tools, implement the strategies Motivate your clientele with simple sets of batteries I know it had to be a tad bit Pavlovian But amongst the tadpoles frogs is Draconian When your only friend is force like Obiwan Then you’re holdin palms out flat like you know me son But it’s not that way, it’s the other one Where you gettin popped in the face like Bubbleyum When it comes to handin checks out I would rather be a X-file than manufacture textiles Need the next style, or feelin stressed out? You could find a solution sittin in the next aisle And while you there you should spend spend spend Maybe sin sin sin That’s a book I never read, like Rin Tin Tin So I wouldn’t know the mathematics The way some of yall lie, it’s straight acrobatics And the fact of the matter of the fact is You could fill in the blanks with truth, like Madlibs But this is Snaf ish and if you ask me Reality’s a floor model, you take it as is But that’s me and heretofore I aint made a lotta cash So what the duck do I know? Pointing at a pie chart like shut your pie hole He don’t see dough unless he’s touchin filo Makin Baklava but stocks he got nada Gotta watch for that the first cold press like Kalamata Use some of that oil to slick my hair back And slide door to door selling dreams as bare facts What’s the basis? The shortest distance between two points Is by stepping on faces It’s a simple dance, a two-step or a do-se-do Next thing you know you’re synergizing backwards overflow Then it all happens, right here in the naked city Now go ahead and grab those pasties, come on shake them... (Cool Calm Pete) Shut in his ways, stubborn and stuck Couldn’t get him to budge for like a million bucks But, money talks and we all listen The finer things in life you’ve been missin Offshore account, bowtie and tux Your wifey is classy, fly as f**k Your mistress is dipped cause you buy her stuff Little round glasses, Scrooge McDuck Ascot, sometimes a top-hat Walking a dog the size of rat Black ties, shaking hands with rich guys Laughin it up, passin the buck Making bacon is painstaking work Rakin in the dough boy, stay gettin perks Them penthouse suites, luxury seats Room with a view, eatin delicious treats No fat pockets, just black cards Shootin for the stars, rockets in cars James Bond without the danger Just like the new Bill Gates, helpin strangers They used to say “Mo money, mo problems” Christmas in Aspen, on some private island Wilin’, in my yacht, off the plank White pants, tennis with Carlton Banks Ducks in a row, can’t stop the flow Livin fast, eatin escargot Poppin bubbly in my gold-plated tub Upper-class citizen, smokin Rose Bud Hungry eyes, shaped like dollar signs Diamond rings, white-collar crimes In tough times, it aint about luck You aint s**t without a million bucks Reading Dianetics, cryogenics Chillin like Disney, cabbage, lettuce Mile-high, business class, skywritin A million and one, catch the excitement
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(Tone Tank) Welcome, welcome to the Tone Tank for Borough President press conference I’d like to thank Baje One for havin me, it’s an honor and I’d like to thank Snafu for settin the ambience and Give yourselves a round of applause for providin the audience What’s that? Am I qualified for office? Well I seen a lot of things that a lot of your eyeballs didn’t For instance, have you ever saw... A corn-rowed, lesbian, Puerto Rican dwarf? Now now, now don’t get sore I aint sayin nothin wrong, I’m just askin if you saw one I’m sittin in the sauna, got some Timberland boots on A half a ski mask, and a Triple Fat Goose on My man Krayo got a corduroy suit on A hat that’s wool on For rappers, it’s a wrap, Saran-done, like Susan Sarandon Little Joe Cartwright Michael Landon I’m old school like cannons, house phones and wood paneling In your mommas basement, in the headphones rappin and Amazin like ’86 Mets, Doc and Darryl and them And Roger McDowell and Gary Carter catchin and Keith Hernandez battin and He had a .310 average then, and lead the team for most hits And had the most at-bats back then I can’t forget Mookie Wilson The name is Tone Tank, and the publishin is Chill Son
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CHORUS I see you doin your thing, I’m doin mine too So I could be Baje, and you could be you And we could just rock, no matter what they say Do you call it Hip Hop? It don’t matter to me Baje One on the micros Little somethin for the hyper-hypos Type rhymes, no type of typos Slip past with a burst of nitro Not so much Fast and Furious More like Midnight Club, the nerd is just Way too strong inside me like Kuato Comin out now, where’s your poncho So strange, it’s raining raincoats All day he’s painting rainbows Too busy changing fate for saving face with fakes and lame-o’s Ha, let the haters hate Let em watch them stars till they fade away I won’t be online for the great debate I’m in a tan minivan goin state to state like... Better catch your breath And Ziplock bag it, if it’s that fresh Nowadays when rappers rap, I need acting class to act impressed So throw your hands up to the stars If they think they know who you are They don’t, they don’t Come with us? They won’t CHORUS Now how many times do I got to say this? Won’t stop till we top the playlist More likely the top of the waitlist But don’t front like it’s not contagious It is, achoo, this is Snafu And J. Howells Werthman on the track And look closely, we on the map and Right there by Prospect Park That’s where we stop and start Kickin frees while Snafu pushes me inside a shopping cart True story, mighta had a couple things to drink, stuff to smoke Stay Embedded, Juxtaposed And inspected, up to code So shake it like the night before Christmas It’s just litmus, the awesome tester Mike sound nice like Salt-N-Pepa Ahh, push it, ah ah, that record And if I was famous, I’d be livin exactly how I’m livin now CHORUS Are you ever hangin out, and somebody will say “Well, what you thinkin bout?” And you tell them straight And when they hear what is going on inside Well that’s when they say “You are out of your mind”
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(Cavalier) Sleep and awake like the same now Not in such a way to complain about More an interplay, swirl paint, a centerpiece Some how it feel right, this lighting on my still life And yet you’re moved, a red balloon Trailing off, trailing off, if I lost ya Just call out holy God, holy God Flying saucers, gliding toward us Borderline, I sorta mind Pet peeve is being on the grind While catching my R.E.M. sleep Let the index hit escape and exit Catch a few rays or spit a line segment Syncopated time, wrinkle free You a star, twinkle shine, break apart dust Then it fades to dark, what? What? So many questions, but solo perspectives Is it a pale ale, or a steel will that drives an Injun? As a man thinketh when he crafts flight plans and has visions Despite havin his hand in the grease pan and dishes CHORUS We can break all laws of gravity (repeat) (Baje) You never seen a sleeping bird on his own terms Napping on the cold earth, wrapped in overgrown ferns You’ll never know the secret joy of being unseen, Unknown, captivated freely in his own dream He is running, in his dream he is running And it seems there is something he can reach, he can touch it But he can’t, he is nothing He is sand, he is stuffing One glance at his eyes and you are glancing at a button But umm... nevertheless he runs and as he runs he feels real Branches rushing by brushed back with steel will In his dream see he is faster He is lightness, he is laughter He can feel the tinge of weightlessness And knows what’s coming after It’s the first kiss of flight, feels different tonight And his limbs lift him high The way the wind shifts a kite And as he glances down on the silence of the ground He makes a solitary sound And for the moment he is found like... We can break all laws of gravity Claws of apathy, jaws of tragedy They reach and we deny And each time you seem surprised Just keep in mind it’s beautiful worm food So you should feast your eyes CHORUS
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First Snow 01:48
Another year goes by... And I sit here watchin these leaves fall off the trees If I stay, I’ll never know the cost of leavin But I stay, cause I believe Even though the skyline kinda lost the meanin Hard to see now I once fought the feelin On the same stoop, another frosty evening And winter’s on the way, and there’s never been an easy one And weeks pass sometimes and we don’t see the sun Just a hint here and there First snow comin, you could feel it in the air What a strange thing, to be from someplace Really man, you should try it sometime All my native New Yorkers wanna riot sometime For reasons too numerous to mention here but I’m at the window, feel like a survivor I watch em come and go, they leave reminders If I’m on the right block in the right light Then I could swear they the only ones there And it hits me so hard sometimes I gotta sit down This town, a lotta kids drown Then it snaps back, time rearranges And once again the street fills up with strangers And we earthbound And we earthbound
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Ladies and germs I present to you Some brand-new Junk Fu cause the rent is due I know it’s been a couple years Way more than a couple beers And I been around more cash than I was ever near Made a record for a major label that you’ll never hear Wonder how you get to be an A&R with severed ears But I got a court order that says keep it under wraps All I wanted was the fellas to say HO! Like Thundercats Ladies say OW! Like they stubbed they toe Just another case of that old – Being held back by what you know We back now with digital crack vials We pickin them facts out and layin em back down It’s a brand new floor, solid but it’s dusty Workin on that next level just gotta trust me For now you can appreciate the view of the stars Aint no view of the bars, it’s all Jupiter, Mars And on a clear night all you see is constellations Watch the stars connect with no complication Cause after all, this is a conversation Not a confrontation, still I’m contemplatin No rap without compensation And yes you can consider that a confirmation If it wasn’t for a mic check I wouldn’t have no debt at all So next mic check I’m stoppin payment hey This is an invitation, come on rock with it You are cordially invited to the mosh pitted It’s not happening? Start your own Cause the odds are the scientists are far from home We left the space party and came to your town We did not come this far to not get down So tell the sound man turn the speakers to the sky It’s a new definition of transmitting live CHORUS So get crazy, that’s right it feels good And they say we can’t change Well guess what? We still could It’s not beam me up It’s like come on down Gotta speed things up That’s why we make the sound It’s the middle of the night but the sun is sky high Gonna watch the world transform in front of my eyes No shade from the light don’t know where to go Standin at the intersection between fear and hope And it’s not about makin a choice, you got none It’s seein that it is what it is and not runnin So you could get laced to race fate, you gonna lose You know the devil makes a killing off of runnin shoes And I aint talkin bout no fire and brimstone The sinners and the winners and the liars and nymphos I’m talkin bout that part of yourself you’d rather hide On the eve of The Ides we need an Adam I will eat that quince on the second go round Cause it’s better than not knowing lest it goes down And yes the flow sounds like it’s out of a cage I be the rat-a-tat-tat that wake you out of your daze And put you back in the mind state To help with the crime rate I’m walkin a fine line, but doin it my way No Monday to Friday that’s not how it’s workin yo Regular job got me feelin like Serpico And everybody knows that he don’t belong here Like why in the world did you bring these songs here? I don’t even know it’s like a force of habit now And I will back it up before I’m forced to back it down So check 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9 Next up in line with a heavyweight rhyme It’s Baje One Sage and he levitates fine This is an invitation, come on rock with it You are cordially invited to the mosh pitted It’s not happening? Start your own Cause the odds are the scientists are far from home We left the space party and came to your town We did not come this far to not get down So tell the sound man turn the speakers to the sky It’s a new definition of transmitting live CHORUS And we – just might – make it – why not? There is – just now No such thing as the same new way Cause it might be a brave new world But it’s a brand-new day
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A lotta folks would trade souls for the fountain of youth Then travel back knowin the rules Like ‘How could I lose?’ This the view from the top of the mountain of youth Where road signs paint a picture to a fountain of truth And once I sip that water Imma trade it in So no, no fade to black, I’ll be fadin in To focus, and these days hope is the opus And it feels like home, but it’s the bowl of a goldfish But inverse that - it’s a fisheye, then it’s fly Came a long way since the Friday night fish-fry We did for self, makin wine in the basement Defined innovation, but time is a facelift And now we lost in American wilderness The heroes and heroines Who wonder where the villain is I see the city sometimes It makes me wonder where the children live Aint no pill for this No known antidote for the dose of reality Cold wind blows, leave em froze in the valley So circle round like the O’s in your salary And dry by the fire, still soaked in the gravity And thus we rise, but won’t go pop They say the show must go on, the game don’t stop Well, in the same fashion the heart must beat Such a mean, lean, miraculous machine CHORUS So sing it again So sing it again So sing it again Gene So sing it So sing it A lotta folks would trade souls For stuff we take for granted Everyday things, the stuff that make the planet spin Round and round, a phone call from a old friend We stop, smell rose, look around and we old men And Probe said, “Is it really this beautiful?” And I just nodded my head, the way we used to do At rap show school nights at The Wetlands With backpacks and rhyme books, My Knickerbocker headband Upstairs Co-Flow and The Juggaknots And downstairs picture lil Baje Trying to take his stage presence up a notch Nightmares of the deadpan I never claimed to be the best type of rapper, like Redman But I would do my lil thingy thing Thinkin I was fly with my initials on a pinky ring Before the Pro Tools and CDJs We had those BD-10s and TDKs And if I close my eyes, still hear the tape hissin Brought the tape to the party, hopin they’d listen We let the tape rock, never let the tape pop Leave the sampler on all night, so it stays hot It’s not like we coulda saved it if we wanted to The same way you bought one slice, but you wanted two Bottom line, if you really really needed it Your boy would get you on a slice And you could eat with it him And so we define, exactly what it means A true family, miraculous machine CHORUS
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All songs recorded by J. Howells Werthman at General Tso's Kitchen in Brooklyn, NY. The songs were then mixed by J. Howells Werthman and Junk Science at the same spot. Finally, the jawns were mastered by Jonathan Jetter at Right Angle Recordings in the Big City, NY.

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released May 18, 2010

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Junk Science Brooklyn, New York

Junk Science is Baje One on the raps, Snafu on the beats. Simple. Dudes met in high school in the late 90's and have been making the music that they want to make since then, with absolutely no regard for whatever is "hot" in any given moment. Labels that have fuxed with Junk Science include Ruffnoxious, Scion, Embedded, Def Jux and Modern Shark.

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