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Donât call it a remix, nah, call it a re-enactment
Iâll teach you how to adapt, from amoebas to rappers
Just open The Origin of Species and read its chapters
And study up on the impact of peopleâs actions
On farm animals, ducks, cows, dogs
Pigeons, horses, and domestic crops
They had wild ancestors, but somehow they went soft
Kinda like underground rappers goinâ pop
Itâs all good, right? One hand washes the other
We protect the cow, and the cow offers the udder
And thatâs how we get a mouthful of butter
But in the wild, that cow is not gonna cut it
See, thereâs nothing artificial about domestication
Ant colonies keep domestic aphids
Itâs still selection, just with a different selecting agent
But you canât always predict the best arrangement
For instance, humans domesticated black-eyed peas
In West Africa around 7,000 BC
And now they got millions of mouths to feed
While their wild cousins just watch from the weeds
Too many MCs not enough mics
How many MCs wannabe MCs
Too many MCs
You play it in your system every night
Too many MCs
How many MCs Wannabe MCs
Never be MCs
Every woman and man wanna MC
You play it in your system every night
Thereâs no intentional direction to the selection in nature
It just patiently collects all the best variations
And eventually species differentiate
But itâs open-ended, thereâs no definite destination
And sometimes thereâs none in domestication either
Youâre just listeninâ to my raps trapped in your speakers
But if enough people just like you plant my seed
Shit, you might turn me into a black eyed pea
Youâre like ancient breeders, rearranging the features
Of a species of sheep or increasing the sweetness
Of your peaches every season, when you choose to seed it
Or to feed it or to breed it or to weed it out and delete it
âCause you just donât see it as needed, the preferences in question
Could be for bigger chicken breasts or whippets with a thinner mid-section
Or it could just be an inner predilection to pick the best in
Any mixed collection, thatâs artificial selection
Youâre a farmer, thatâs how it is, you canât opt out of it
You have no choice but to make choices, youâre helpless
Itâs cause time itself is limited, itâs not selfish
Itâs just the rap version of the Doctrine of Malthus
Too many MCs not enough mics
How many MCs wannabe MCs
Too many MCs
You play it in your system every night
Too many MCs
How many MCs Wannabe MCs
Never be MCs
Every woman and man wanna MC
You play it in your system every night
Okay, so maybe it isnât all unconscious
Survival in rap is a non-random process
âCause those who get massive responses, influence
Those who aspire to get massive responses
So if you say I sound like an Eminem rip-off
Then Iâll probably get pissed off and start flipping you off
And grabbing my crotch and acting obnoxious
And screaming âFuck that, dawg, thatâs preposterous!â
Thatâs right, Iâm serious, I deny my inheritance
I invented myself from scratch like Iâm parentless
So donât let yourself get caught up in mere appearances
This isnât just âimitation modified by experienceâ
Nah, I could never be one of the black eyed peas
âCause I donât imitate black guys, please
I imitate white guys who imitate black guys who lack IDs
âCause theyâre imitations too, thatâs my steez
Iâm keepinâ it real, yeah, Iâm innovating
My Darwinism keeps the bullshit disintegrating
You want authenticity? Well, this is it, baby
All it takes is ignorance of who youâre imitating
- Álbum:
- Big Boy In Love
- The Canterbury Tales Remixed
- The Rap Guide to Evolution: Revised
- The Rap Guide to Business - EP
- The Rap Guide to Human Nature
- Rapconteur
- Apocalyptic Utopian Dreams In the Western Wilderness
- The Rap Guide to Evolution
- The Rap Canterbury Tales
- Lit Hop
- Swordplay
- The Rap Guide to Religion
- The Rap Guide to Medicine