Bet, my niggas finna speak in ebonics
A posteriori is the glory, f*ck Austrian economics
Bossier than a God is
And just fostering a promise to destroy objectivism and revert back to logic
And the math, evidence is in fact relevant to the map
And measuring all the stats, but they lack
All the tendencies, remedy is technology
Strictly anti-praxeology, nobody stopping me
Rise to the top, don't conform and no confusion
The guy never stops, social reform to revolution
And I like Hip Hop, but never fight with a glock
I use my mind like a dull pencil, nigga what you thought?
A pity we don't love artists like capitalists love the market
And rationalists love to argue
And hipsters love their parkas
A pity we don't love artists like
A pity we don't love artists
A pity we don't love artists like capitalists love the market
And rationalists love to argue
And hipsters love their parkas
A pity we don't love artists like
A pity we don't love art
We give riddance to the foolishness
Diffusive is intuitive, ideas are eluding us
It's business as usual
Deductive and precise, low pressure, cookin rice
Dude's weathered like "home slice"
"I"m better I'm more concise"
Socialism with the schisms
Community-held agreements, Darwinistic pragmatism
Oh, how do we reason? With relative naturalism
The modernist Marxist, the wittiest and the darkest
A pity we don't love artists like capitalists love the market
And rationalists love to argue
And hipsters love their parkas
A pity we don't love artists like
A pity we don't love artists
A pity we don't love artists like capitalists love the market
And rationalists love to argue
And hipsters love their parkas
A pity we don't love artists like
A pity we don't love art
He's back to being the brightest, I want to be fly and famous
Pondering back to my hiatus, it was, too long
Trying to be more creative, I wish motivation were contagious
Because I've only written two songs
If I wrote more and spoke less
Ideas could be adopted, communication would profit
I would get my hobby started
The man feels invincible while streaming that's digital
Is making me cash, raps about coding and math
Raps about fascists at last
Raps about limited paths
Reading these quotes in a stash
Bout how capital's broken in half
"Capital is dead labor, which, vampire-like
Lives only by sucking living labor, and lives the more, the more labor it sucks"
A pity we don't love artists like capitalists love the market
And rationalists love to argue
And hipsters love their parkas
A pity we don't love artists like
A pity we don't love artists
A pity we don't love artists like capitalists love the market
And rationalists love to argue
And hipsters love their parkas
A pity we don't love artists like
A pity we don't love art
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Bet, my niggas finna speak in ebonics
A posteriori is the glory, f*ck Austrian economics
Bossier than a God is
And just fostering a promise to destroy objectivism and revert back to logic
And the math, evidence is in fact relevant to the map
And measuring all the stats, but they lack
All the tendencies, remedy is technology
Strictly anti-praxeology, nobody stopping me
Rise to the top, don't conform and no confusion
The guy never stops, social reform to revolution
And I like Hip Hop, but never fight with a glock
I use my mind like a dull pencil, nigga what you thought?
A pity we don't love artists like capitalists love the market
And rationalists love to argue
And hipsters love their parkas
A pity we don't love artists like
A pity we don't love artists
A pity we don't love artists like capitalists love the market
And rationalists love to argue
And hipsters love their parkas
A pity we don't love artists like
A pity we don't love art
We give riddance to the foolishness
Diffusive is intuitive, ideas are eluding us
It's business as usual
Deductive and precise, low pressure, cookin rice
Dude's weathered like "home slice"
"I"m better I'm more concise"
Socialism with the schisms
Community-held agreements, Darwinistic pragmatism
Oh, how do we reason? With relative naturalism
The modernist Marxist, the wittiest and the darkest
A pity we don't love artists like capitalists love the market
And rationalists love to argue
And hipsters love their parkas
A pity we don't love artists like
A pity we don't love artists
A pity we don't love artists like capitalists love the market
And rationalists love to argue
And hipsters love their parkas
A pity we don't love artists like
A pity we don't love art
He's back to being the brightest, I want to be fly and famous
Pondering back to my hiatus, it was, too long
Trying to be more creative, I wish motivation were contagious
Because I've only written two songs
If I wrote more and spoke less
Ideas could be adopted, communication would profit
I would get my hobby started
The man feels invincible while streaming that's digital
Is making me cash, raps about coding and math
Raps about fascists at last
Raps about limited paths
Reading these quotes in a stash
Bout how capital's broken in half
"Capital is dead labor, which, vampire-like
Lives only by sucking living labor, and lives the more, the more labor it sucks"
A pity we don't love artists like capitalists love the market
And rationalists love to argue
And hipsters love their parkas
A pity we don't love artists like
A pity we don't love artists
A pity we don't love artists like capitalists love the market
And rationalists love to argue
And hipsters love their parkas
A pity we don't love artists like
A pity we don't love art
A posteriori is the glory, f*ck Austrian economics
Bossier than a God is
And just fostering a promise to destroy objectivism and revert back to logic
And the math, evidence is in fact relevant to the map
And measuring all the stats, but they lack
All the tendencies, remedy is technology
Strictly anti-praxeology, nobody stopping me
Rise to the top, don't conform and no confusion
The guy never stops, social reform to revolution
And I like Hip Hop, but never fight with a glock
I use my mind like a dull pencil, nigga what you thought?
A pity we don't love artists like capitalists love the market
And rationalists love to argue
And hipsters love their parkas
A pity we don't love artists like
A pity we don't love artists
A pity we don't love artists like capitalists love the market
And rationalists love to argue
And hipsters love their parkas
A pity we don't love artists like
A pity we don't love art
We give riddance to the foolishness
Diffusive is intuitive, ideas are eluding us
It's business as usual
Deductive and precise, low pressure, cookin rice
Dude's weathered like "home slice"
"I"m better I'm more concise"
Socialism with the schisms
Community-held agreements, Darwinistic pragmatism
Oh, how do we reason? With relative naturalism
The modernist Marxist, the wittiest and the darkest
A pity we don't love artists like capitalists love the market
And rationalists love to argue
And hipsters love their parkas
A pity we don't love artists like
A pity we don't love artists
A pity we don't love artists like capitalists love the market
And rationalists love to argue
And hipsters love their parkas
A pity we don't love artists like
A pity we don't love art
He's back to being the brightest, I want to be fly and famous
Pondering back to my hiatus, it was, too long
Trying to be more creative, I wish motivation were contagious
Because I've only written two songs
If I wrote more and spoke less
Ideas could be adopted, communication would profit
I would get my hobby started
The man feels invincible while streaming that's digital
Is making me cash, raps about coding and math
Raps about fascists at last
Raps about limited paths
Reading these quotes in a stash
Bout how capital's broken in half
"Capital is dead labor, which, vampire-like
Lives only by sucking living labor, and lives the more, the more labor it sucks"
A pity we don't love artists like capitalists love the market
And rationalists love to argue
And hipsters love their parkas
A pity we don't love artists like
A pity we don't love artists
A pity we don't love artists like capitalists love the market
And rationalists love to argue
And hipsters love their parkas
A pity we don't love artists like
A pity we don't love art
Writer: Jeremiah Agara
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid