| Baba, Baba, Baba, can’t you see
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| Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
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| And I just love your turns of phrase
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| So even though you’re still broke I love you anyway
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| Sicker than your average; |
| picture
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| Any artistic practice, with musicians or actors
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| Or visual craftsman; |
| just pick an example
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| And imagine the competitive advantages
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| That would come with recognition if you have the gift
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| Now picture the artist with unlimited cash, and with
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| Picturesque women always givin' him glances
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| Or, if you’re picturing a woman, then picture the advances
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| Of the handsome prince whose attention she catches
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| Now, picture them livin' happily ever after
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| And havin' kids faster than Angie and Brad Pitt
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| All because they have this gift with craftsmanship
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| Now take it from the master of the adjectives
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| I think it’s adaptive; |
| it has to be instinct
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| In synch with the rhythm, just listen and sink
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| Deep into the subconscious of the obnoxious
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| Sexual selection, I’m just tickin' the boxes
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| And if you’re feelin' it then mission accomplished |
| Baba, Baba, Baba, can’t you see
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| Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
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| And I just love your turns of phrase
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| So even though you’re still broke, I love you anyway
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| Yeah, I could fill you with real scientific
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| Lyrics, but I confess that my mind is twisted
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| ‘Cause I’ve been listenin' to Kanye, Nas and Jay
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| While reading Richard Dawkins on the opposite page
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| So now this whole rap thing seems awfully strange
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| Talkin' ‘bout, «He got game, and he’s not real
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| And he’s got chains» but wait, that’s a peacock’s tail!
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| ‘Cause you never hear them say they got it cheap on sale
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| Which means that bling is meant to represent
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| How much they really spent, and at the end of the day
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| That’s the definition of a «fitness display»
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| Like a bowerbird’s nest, which takes hours of work
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| And makes the females catch a powerful urge
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| Just like a style of verse or an amazing flow
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| But it takes dedication and it takes a toll
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| ‘Cause the best displays are unfakeable
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| Baba, Baba, Baba, can’t you see
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| Sometimes your words just hypnotize me |
| And I just love your turns of phrase
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| So even though you’re still broke, I love you anyway
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| Credits |