Fear Of A Black Hole - MC Hawking (Feat. MC Lars & K-Law)

This is the song I performed with MC Lars for the real Stephen Hawking at the Starmus festival. It is the first release I've put out in quite a while, but more are coming soon!

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Directed By: Ken Lawrence

Lyrics:
Yo!
You ever feel sometimes like life is weighing you down?
A massive weight, pressing down on you, crushing you, changing you.
Well, the Hawkman and MC Lars are here to tell you that you aren't alone.
We about to drop some science, so listen up.

A nuclear reaction gives a star energy,
pushing constantly against gravity.
But eventually, entropy always wins the day,
and the star will collapse but that is not to say,
that this is the end, nah player it can morph,
to a neutron star, or perhaps a white dwarf.
Its matter compressed, in a tight little clump,
an object so dense it might just vote for Trump.
But what if the star was way hella big,
and keeps on collapsing, contracting you dig?
Well in that case shizzle gets unbelievabizzle,
a complete breakdown of general relativatizzle.
For you see, what it be, is a singularity,
a point bending space to an infinite degree.
Where classical physics takes a backseat role,
To the violent birth of a new black hole.

Fear of a black hole yo!
Life can take its toll yo!
But you gotta roll with the hits, commit to it,
spit your truth and know, no matter how low you go,
energy can never be destroyed.

It's MC Lars and MC Hawking!
Together at last!
We're dropping that alliterative science.

I’m running out of hydrogen, running out of time,
collapsing on myself, I thought everything was fine.
Gravity increasing, the event horizon looms,
relatively speaking, think I’m running out of room.
Black holes in the distance, with an all expanding reach.
Moby underwater waiting for his time to breach.
Sirens on the shores always singing me to sleep.
Witches in the forest stirring cauldrons very deep.
My quantum state is isolated Hamlet in his chamber.
Thought Claudius was innocent now life has gotten stranger.
Like Yossarian it’s scary when there’s little we can see.
But I’m holding onto to hope like Holden Caulfield Christmas Eve.
Singularity is spinning and I’m watching the effects,
of photons on the edges that nobody would expect.
But now this holographic plate has got me saying hold up, wait.
Maybe we can break away and live another day!