The culture’s evolved, now we bring advanced bars in,
But I still give props to Chuck D... Charles Darwin.
No Beagle, but my dogs in the yard barkin’,
Fucking up the landscape worse than palm farming.
Kids fling they shit like chimps and start laughing.
We fighting on frontlines while you’re in the park LARPing.
Yo, for real though...
My life story reads like the work of Charles Darwin’s;
Always seeking to improve my form through past hardships,
When every time I died inside it was harsh carnage,
But the parts that survived fucking thrived so the harm’s harnessed.
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