Lyrics Performance, Feedback, Revision 2.0 - Baba Brinkman

Performance, Feedback, Revision 2.0

I got a book full of scribbles, put a rhyme to the test then I fix it
Performance, feedback, revision that’s how I mastered this rhythm
It took a bit of practice but I cracked it now I rap with mad precision
Performance, feedback, revision that’s art and architecture
And engineering, that’s how we peer into the dark with guesswork
Performance, feedback, revision that’s the scientific method
You put a hypothesis to a double blind test, and if it isn’t right then reject
it
Performance, feedback, revision that’s how your brain is wired
Behaviors that fire together can bind together and change desires
Performance, feedback, revision that’s your immune system
Antibodies react to pathogens and reproduce when a new one gets in
Performance, feedback, revision that’s natural selection
Some genes die and others survive and which is which is fitness
Performance, feedback, revision this isn’t just music
It’s descent with modification, and you owe your whole existence to it
Performance, feedback, revision repeat again
Performance, feedback, revision repeat again
Performance, feedback, revision repeat again
I scratch with my pen
Performance, feedback, revision repeat again
Performance, feedback, revision repeat again
Performance, feedback, revision repeat again
Go tell a friend
Every single strand of DNA in a cells is a masterpiece
Written by a genius, not God, nah, selected naturally
Performance, feedback, revision: evolution crafted genes
Just like mine, so I could write rhymes, to entice your mind to attract to me
Why? ‘Cause my passions just happen to get up in your synapses
And that makes women wanna mate, and men wanna make strategic ties happen
And sometimes women wanna make the ties, and that’s okay, I like friendships
And sometimes men wanna mate… thanks, but that’s not my preference
I got friends who lean that way, and that’s fine, it’s just a side-effect of
How their gay genes got made — by leaving live descendents
Yeah, you’re just a phenotype, performing all the genes inside
Living things only seem designed, ‘cause you can’t see how they’ve been revised
And the feedback lies in evolution’s brutal gaze
Either you have babies who have babies or get boo-ed off stage
But I ain’t evolution’s slave; just like you I like to get laid
And we can choose not to reproduce in this conceptive age
Performance, feedback, revision repeat again
Performance, feedback, revision repeat again
Performance, feedback, revision repeat again
I scratch with my pen
Performance, feedback, revision repeat again
Performance, feedback, revision repeat again
Performance, feedback, revision repeat again
Go tell a friend
So now you probably wanna know how a flow this dope gets written
Performance, feedback, revision plus a beat by Mr. Simmonds
My words impregnate your brain, does it give you morning sickness?
Or do you wanna spread it like an epidemic, and try to get some folks to listen?
Either way you can’t escape it, love me or hate me, you form an opinion
And your feedback comes back to me, and I make an informed decision
Should I change and adapt, or stick to the script and stay on track with it?
Oh I don’t black enough? Okay, should I switch it and fake my accent?
And if I did, and you call me a liar, then I’ll probably just say
That I’m just caught up in the game, just doin' my thing and I’m not just
playing
How you think I learned how to rap? You think I just turned on a track
And the words just splashed on the page like magic, and I never had to turn
nothin' back?
Performance, feedback, revision, that’s how I got this way
And in spite of what they might say, it’s the same for Lady Gaga and Dr. Dre
Performance, feedback, revision, that’s how you got your nature
And that’s how you re-create yourself through improvisation
Performance, feedback, revision repeat again
Performance, feedback, revision repeat again
Performance, feedback, revision repeat again
I scratch with my pen
Performance, feedback, revision repeat again
Performance, feedback, revision repeat again
Performance, feedback, revision repeat again
Go tell a friend
(freestyle)
Every single word you heard on the track until this point was written rhymes
But now it’s time for me to switch it up and give you something improvised
‘Cause just like Jay-Z and Lil Wayne I can freestyle for days
With no mistakes, except it takes me eighty eight takes
When I spit my shit that’s how I mutate my genes
And you can interact with my lyrics like a Turing Machine
Yup, ‘cause I’m reppin' Darwinism everytime I record to the rhythm
It takes a lotta mutations to make an organism
It takes a whole lotta mutations to make an organism… shit
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