2nd Treatise Rap
In my Locke in Modern English thread below, commenter Gordon writes in exasperation:
Jeez, what next? Maybe a rap version?
A leading British political philosopher, whose identity I am sworn not to reveal, submits the following by email:
Political power, wanna know the truth?
Get to the roots, man, get to the roots.
What’s it like without the state?
Freedom, freedom nothing to hate.
Who’s the pimp and who’s the whore?
Don’t talk to me til you learn the score!
Unless our maker says I’m first,
Me and you’s equals on this earth.
A challenge to others to do better?
posted on Wednesday, March 2nd, 2005 at 9:51 am
Argh! Close your italics tag!
The following in the style of Immortal Technique:
You betta watch what tha fuck flies outa ya mouth
Or Ima burn your house down with ya tied to ya couch
Cos reward and punishment’s the only rational way
To make a fuckin man do whatever the fuck I say
I gotta viewa human nature that’s tabula rasa
Cos you don’t know shit til I make you my masta
Separation a powers, got my checks and balances
And the Glorious Revolution got me in the palaces
And you mystical muthafuckas just look like some phalluses
Locke down and cold, murdering all yo fallacies.
Empirical truth, mutha, don’t ever try to diss me
Cos I got rhymes that’s colder than Walt Disney
My lyrics are like syphallus but harder to catch
An if you don’t obey my law, then you gettin yo ass capped
You gettin locked in the pen fo ten to fifty
Monopoly a violence boy, cos you lookin shifty
You Hobbesian people swallow like Bambi Woods
And you’d never live a day in the projects or the hoods
Cos you ignorant about what keeps men from they selfish ways
Private property, boy, helps the people get paid.
Etc etc etc.
Lenin is Straight Outta Compton. IN DUBYA EH!
Err, I meant WU TANG FOREVER!
Of related interest: the Gizoogle version:
via Philosophy, etc., via Brian W.
Anonymous leading British philosophers throw down old school beats and rhymes. Who would’ve known?
Anonymous leading British philosophers throw down old school beats and rhymes. Who would’ve known?
Grab your glocks when you see John Locke.
When you be rapping with John Locke, need no plan of attack—This here ain’t no Hobbesian nature, you ain’t gonna get whacked—But we peeps want something more, that’s a stone hard fact—Gotsta optimize our goods with a SOCIAL CONTRACT.
Wow! I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it! So do we have enough material for a blockbuster musical? Maybe “The Phantom of the Revolution”, starring… well, any suggestions?
That last line doesn’t scan so good. But I’m imagining that it leads into the bridge. Or something.
OK, now do it by mobile/cellphone.
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