Regulators, regulate…

I started rappin’ before Eminem came out
I thought I would be the first caucasian to break out
But it’s hip-hop, I respect the competition
That’s why I tend to defend capitalism
I’m rappin’ to the rhythm but it’s still your decision
Your time, your money, you can spend it on somethin’ different
Just imagine if I was government subsidized
‘Cause someone up high just loves my rhymes
So much they think everybody else needs to hear it
Now everywhere you go you’re inundated with my lyrics
No thanks! I got a sense of rhythm
But I don’t want none of that nanny state nepotism
When it comes to hip-hop, I’m straight up libertarian
Let the free market choose among variants
Let a thousand flowers bloom!
And let most of them die if it leads to better tunes
But wait a second, imagine if I made a record
That could give people brain cancer when they listen
My fans would end up in chemotherapy
"We started listenin’ ‘cause he was dope lyrically
The music was addictive!" And carcinogenic
That’s when the government regulators would step in
Get the facts straight, consult the experts
And tax my rap so fewer people get hurt
Now imagine I tried to deny the connection
How would I be remembered if I funded skeptics?
I'd go bankrupt, morally, intellectually
And eventually financially like Peabody Energy
On the flip side, if I was dedicated
To finding a solution, I’d be celebrated
Like a billionaire makin’ a public statement
That business fully embraces decarbonization


from The Rap Guide to Climate Chaos, released September 30, 2016


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Baba Brinkman New York, New York

Science rapper and inventor of several novel hip-hop variants. Canadian transplant to New York. Pathological optimist.

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