Epilogue - Baba Brinkman

So let me just take a second to be serious

Reading is silent;

a record delivers an experience

I’ve been reciting irreverent lyrics set to compositions

By Mr. Simmonds for like sixty minutes — thanks for listening

I hope you found it surprisingly pleasing

But if so, be advised: I’m not the reason

I’m just a vessel for the original author

Most of the credit should go to Geoffrey Chaucer

He dropped me off at the House of Fame;

I just knocked

And the Game taught me not to be ashamed to name-drop

So I confess, I’m an amalgamation of lots of styles

From Steven Pinker to Big Pun, Nas to Oscar Wilde

So I am sincere when I say this

All praises should go to my reading lists, and my playlists

But if anything I had to say gave you displeasure

I will take all the blame;

I should have phrased it better

If I tell a couple stories and it leaves someone angry

That’s because of a default in my understanding

Don’t get me wrong;

I meant to be provocative

It’s part of my job description when I’m droppin' hip-hop lyrics

But I’m not trying to leave anyone actively furious

I just wanna leave people intellectually curious

You know, in a mischievous sort of way

That’s all — there is no more to say

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