Concept-Script

Here's some rap I wrote as my alter-ego Gottlob Frege on Facebook (all-new rap at the end):

No condition-stroke, this ain't no joke, my rhymes is categorical, I'm a metaphorical soldier, inventing logic like I told ya, granting my thought access to eternal, mind-independent mathematical objects, bringin pain down on the haterz, neo-Kantians and fakerz, formalists like Hilbert get cubicle jobs like Dilbert. Russell's paradox set? I ain't finished yet. When I come back alive, I'll fix my axiom five. Word.

Yo yo yo Frege's puzzle can't be solved by Russell, introducing quantification and skipping modes of presentation, you need the bedeutung like dung-beatles need dung, need the sinn like my po ass needs twenny twen twen-- dollaz, holla I be on a roll, taught Carnap all he know, put Husserl on the flo, he used to be a psycho-logicist but not no mo, I put his ass in place while oppressing the Jewish race (sorry about that, btw) got the competition scared stiff like funktion und begriff, now my rhymes bear interpretations like the higher-order calculus of relations. Beeotch!

Frege's gonna shake ya, I know youz a hater, I'll show you who's a mensch with my infinite hierarchy of sense, your objections lost and now your thoughts denote the false, the concept of my skillz is not a concept, it's fo realz. It's presupposed I'm best, just try the negation test, I'll redefine your punkness as the set of all individuals with the same punk chumpness, hit you with the ancestral, befo you got successor, Gottlob was rockin ice before yo mama let ya. You 'n all your dogs can, check the Grundlagen, get the proper foundations... and a solution to the problem of multiple relations.