Survival of the Fittest

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Verse 1:

Loss of innocence is imminent

I’ve given into industry—no blissfulness (whistle)

And still, I whistle this, break up the track a little

I’m getting intricate; should be getting into this if your wit is literate

‘Cause I’m about to kill this shit, ship it and deliver it platinum

Until this track’s one of the classics, another trophy goin’ straight in my attic

I had it, had this shit in the bag, and then I stabbed it; it was tragic

Said, “Abra Kadabra,” and the whole booth went static

Guess the music business just can’t handle my magic

Now I’m attacking, pushing back like a magnet, causing distractions

Wings flapping, tryin’ to make shit happen

Toss you a firm shake, though you deserve a good slapping

And then smile to your face and talk “hit-say” in Pig Latin

Chorus:

“Yeah!”

Your ears are getting fisted

This is survival of the fittest

And if you’re bearing witness, say “yeah,”

“Yeah!”

Yeah, yeah, ‘cause we’re mammals, and we’re animals

Yeah, yeah, throw up your hand-ibles and mandibles

Get down like you’re a Grateful Dead cannibal

Go and do a cannonball. Yeah, we’re hard to handle now

Verse 2:

Brace for impact if, in fact, I’m intact (wooooh!)

And I’m killing it with my syntax

I think it’s time I wield a pickaxe

‘Cause somebody needs to dig out all the ear wax

I’d relax if only they could hear my words

I’d have a half a dozen platinum plaques

The shit you haven’t heard, “Hippie Hop,” the bird bird’s the word

And to the rest of the world, I’m just a nerd, and I bring the absurd

In the vein of the Beastie Boys, from the Hudson River to Williamsburg!

I ran the marathon, and I came in third

That’s a lie, and it’s my first

That’s not true, but who asked you

If you battle me, you will get hurt

Chorus:

“Yeah!”

Your ears are getting fisted

This is survival of the fittest

And if you’re bearing witness, say “yeah,”

“Yeah!”

Yeah, yeah, ‘cause we’re mammals, and we’re animals

Yeah, yeah, throw up your hand-ibles and mandibles

Get down like you’re a Grateful Dead cannibal

Go and do a cannonball. Yeah, we’re hard to handle now

Verse 3:

Take a piss as I diss on the simple fish who can’t hook onto a metaphoric line

One of a kind, I’m of a prehistoric mind, and still, I try to keep up with the times

But every last line of these rhymes that I’m rapping are out of fashion

So I think I’ma cash-in (Cha-ching $). I ain’t coming back, man

No, I ain’t coming back, man

Still, I come back to bottom feed: I’m an anomaly

I deserve a spot on A&E for a biography; there is no stopping me

A modern prophecy, tycoon of this monopoly, ain’t no one else on top of me

Unless you wanna be (haha)

If you had my number… girl, you’d be calling me

But I’m a traveler across the seven seas

Destined for greatness, so we could never be

Chorus:

“Yeah!”

Your ears are getting fisted

This is survival of the fittest

And if you’re bearing witness, say “yeah,”

“Yeah!”

Yeah, yeah, ‘cause we’re mammals, and we’re animals

Yeah, yeah, throw up your hand-ibles and mandibles

Get down like you’re a Grateful Dead cannibal

Go and do a cannonball. Yeah, we’re hard to handle now