Baba Brinkman - Mr. Informatic lyrics

It's not the end of the world It's just something new Y'all act like you've never seen a rapper reading before With rhymes that deserve a MacArthur Genius Award A Pulitzer Prize, and a triple word score But only a fool would dismiss it as "Nerdcore" This is Hip-hop! in the Dead Prez sense of the word It's bigger than your pigeonholes; it's literature With soul, just ask Michael Eric Dyson It's as big as the vision of the rapper who writes it Like the GZA learning physics from Neil deGra**e Tyson I consume facts like gra** to bison For this bio-info-matic rap Constructing a niche, cause I'm lackin' a habitat But I can build bridges; I'm a criss-cross Between Christopher Wallace and Christopher Hitchens I'm just inquisitive, plus a little vicious When it comes to the fictitious I'm Mr. Infomatic Step up to Mr. Infomatic If you've got yourself a question then ask it Cause if you don't then you get no answers And that's so tragic I'm Infomatic I need facts like a sick dope addict I got high scientifical standards And that's why I'm into techno-gadgets I'm intergalactic I've been Mr. Infomatic for years And I'll be that, until I run out of ideas I'll light couple candles in a demon-haunted world While this pale blue dot is hurled Through the cosmos, I'm not slow, I wanna know How a termite might evolve from a co*kroach Or how an ape from the African plains Ends up with a ma**ive brain, I can explain! With a little help from some mathematicians Familiar with natural selection Cause this is Darwinian rap – I keep 'em shimmyin' Steady on the beat like a Nash Equilibrium Haters are prosimian, wide-eyed Like "No h*mo!" Sapien! Bush baby to ai-ai And I might be at the front of a zeitgeist That you can't define so why try? I'm Mr. Infomatic Step up to Mr. Infomatic And if you've got yourself a question then ask it Cause if you don't then you get no answers And that's so tragic I'm Infomatic Can't forget about temporal-lobe action Cause if you do, your brain will get so flacid And that's nasty Don't ask me what this is It's just dope rappin' Nerdcore is dead. Call the coroner! It died cause it wasn't nerdy to the core enough Not enough info, too many lame References to the video games – what a shame! You mixed up your fantasy fiction obsession With your dedication to the scientific method And extroverts can't relate to that! I'd rather join the Night's Watch and take the black! Okay, so I fell off the non-fiction wagon Long enough to finish up A Dance With Dragons But you won't catch me braggin' about social ineptitude Or claimin' that clever will never be cool So I should dumb it down, instead of keepin' it brainy And waitin' for all the haters to come around And when I'm done, smart will be the new s**y And geeks will be cooler than 50, so who's with me? I'm Mr. Infomatic Step up to Mr. Infomatic And listen up to Mr. Simmonds on the records That's right, he's a production addict I got the rappin' Baba Brinkman is Mr. Infomatic Wikipedia is infomatic College degrees are infomatic But you don't need one to have it I'm talkin' 'bout facts, b**h Facts, b**h...