Introducing "State o' Nature"

In the same vein as Poly Sci romance, Poly Sci bedtime stories, and Poly Sci pickup lines, we give you Poly Sci gangsta rap, with a cover on my man J-Locke.

"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."

Then in comments:

"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."

You can credit Oxblog for that lovely addition to your collective intellectual repertoires. And let me just shout out: East Side!!! D.C. What Up?!?

And now I quietly will return to my lily-white Minnesota rural College. Thank you for your indulgence.