Australian Rapper Seth Sentry Asks, Where Are All The Hoverboards?

By Nick Venable | Published 11 years ago

Have you ever wanted something so much when you were a kid that you grew up and wrote a song about it? And no, that old ditty “Handjob Blowjob” doesn’t count. Much has been made of science’s advancements on this site, and it’s time we allow the other side a chance to speak, to complain about the lost promises that science inflated our hopes and dreams with. And if not all of science, at least the Robert Zemeckis part.

Australian hip-hop artist Seth Sentry has taken it as a slap in the face that science hasn’t yet mass-produced Marty McFly’s hoverboard from Back to the Future, and so he penned the song “Dear Science,” from his debut album, This Was Tomorrow. He’s already messing with time right there! So often, rap and hip-hop are flooded with boasts about the extravagant things that people have, so it’s nice to see someone show a little humility, even if he has to call science out for it.

Enjoy the official video below, which gets a third thumbs up for referencing robots. They’re not getting enough coverage on this site.

And because I’m such a nice guy, I took the seven seconds and found the lyrics for your convenience. I didn’t transcribe them, so I’m not responsible for any mistakes. Blame it on science.

Yo, it goes science
Yeah science is amazing
But not to me though cause I am sick of waiting
I’ve been patient
I really have, I’ve been reasonable
Now it’s time to say what I needed to
Dear science, cheers for the iPods
White goods, yeah thank you for the cyborgs
Top work on the light bulb
That was quite cool
But where’s my hoverboard?
I mean I know you’ve been busy
But no hoverboards just seems a bit piss weak
I got a brand new computer and a big screen
I guess Back to the Future was a dick tease
And I can’t be the only one
Maybe everyone forgot but I am holding on
The hovercraft was a solid start
Shoulda stuck with it, hoverboard
Where the fuck is it?

I just wanna let you know you let me down
I just wanna let you know you let me down
When I was just a kid at a tender age
I was thinking about tomorrow and them better days
I just wanna let you know you let me down

It goes, robots doing jobs that we don’t want
Botox women looking more like robots
It’s so odd, everybody’s getting nose jobs
Looking more like aliens with our clothes off
Hold up, I just had a new thought
What if UFOs are just us from the future coming back in time to sight see?
Or might be to snatch women?
Tell ’em to bring some hoverboards back with ’em
When I was a kid I nearly threw a fit
I got a skateboard, (shit) I was furious
Like.. what’s the deal?
What the hell am I supposed to do with this
It’s got wheels, yeah I can’t gleam the cube with this
Man, science’ll sort it out hopefully
I don’t wanna roll around the ground like a nobody
I wanna soar upon a board made of pure science
I am still saving up my dollars for a hoverboard

[Hook]

You can take a jet pack when the jets packed
A rocket with a chest strap seems like a death trap
So.. forget that, just gimme the damn hoverboard
And I won’t have to do another monologue
The other day I drew a little rough design on a serviette
So now all you have to do is make it work and shit
Just get some magnets and a piece of wood and glue ’em on
But I’m not trying to tell you people how to do your job
Just keep the drawings and I’ll be back in the morning
To check whether you’re dawdling
You’re sure to win awards for it
The most awesomest idea since the Delorian
Be sure to try to make one to travel over water with
And yeah I thought I saw ’em on Beyond 2000
And I’m pretty sure that we’re beyond that now man
I know I’m rambling but fucking hell science
I just want a hoverboard before I’m too old to ride it

[Hook]

They bombarded us with long articles about the Hadron collider
Trying to find the God particle
And everybody’s arguing about whether or not to clone people
Or keep it to farm yard animals, shit
Double ’em up, triple ’em
Fuck the discipline
Grab a bunch of rabbits and slap all the lipstick on ’em you want
Yeah, maybe high heels to match
That’s what playing God is for
Hoverboard

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