Scientist - Lyrics - Baba Brinkman

As an act of defiance, I insist On disrupting silences with an iron fist I’m not a mindless artist; I’m a scientist Einstein and Darwin are partners I enlist I spark alliances, chasing after infinity Matter is energy trapped in genetic memory I gather it into me and capture it vividly When adapting it into these raps with intensity I don’t ask for sympathy, though it’s often hard I want no part of post-modern art Or doggerel shot-in-the-dark Hallmark card Photocopied poems thrown in the shopping cart I don’t know where the problem starts, but it finishes here Witnesses hear the difference; every sentence is clear Innocent ears listen as fear and sin disappear This is sheer Genesis; redemption is near I’m a scientist in the lab; I mix it up With a giant gift of gab, just a nut But I’m not Quannum or Common I’m an anomalous phenomenon Just tryin’ to spit this rap, and live it up Basically I’m takin’ this beat and tappin’ it Like the base of a maple tree, for the sap in it The flavour is sweet, makin’ me passionate It tastes like an aphrodisiac when I fashion it Exact craftsmanship like renaissance art I begin to come apart when the song starts Oxymoron at heart: blonde and smart Drawn in sharp contrast to common sparks I blaze from dawn to dark, and at sundown That’s when I rap to the fat drum sound I wrap my tongue around the claps and pounds Like the underground Pied Piper: rats come drown ‘Cause half the acts around are sinking ships About to relinquish diminishing grips I make fingers slip when I bring this quick- Witted English linguistic brinkmanship I’m a scientist in the lab; I mix it up With a giant gift of gab, just a nut But I’m not Quannum or Common I’m an anomalous phenomenon Just tryin’ to spit this rap, and live it up When I rap, I stand on the shoulders of geniuses With hats back and baggy pants, holding their penises Posing overeager for media shows, but I see them as Poets and dreamers, you know what I mean? This is Why I flow with a seamlessness that approaches perfection And openly question those with Jehovah’s protection Although my only weapons are jokes; with no aggression My most hopeless obsession is with my own reflection So I suppose the impression I give is narcissistic A smart, gifted, artistic, hard-***, dark, twisted Sharp-witted, scarred, sadistic, heartless mystic As harsh as it is to have my worst parts listed Definitions are simplistic one-dimensional blurbs Invented in the intention to blur sensual curves I was sent to this earth with unconventional words Which I intend to disperse until some tension is purged I’m a scientist in the lab; I mix it up With a giant gift of gab, just a nut But I’m not Quannum or Common I’m an anomalous phenomenon Just tryin’ to spit this rap, and live it up