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subsubsubculture - q curius lyrics

[verse 1]
can i get the timeline one time
back in time with the rhyme
mike crichton on the line
like i’m dilating the iratest of my latest
violation of the guide through which y’all made it
emotivism is a lie but ya might hate it
i know you try, so i buy that you might claim it
build a prison with the “i,” double “i made it,”
wonder why, with the sky, finna fly away with
any semblance of why you was trying to make it
i know you crying but your crime ain’t accommodating
call me criminally down with the parlance
b-tch, i’ll be down in the boglands where me and grendel is talkin, like
catch a fly with the eye, whitman cries
‘cripple “my”, scupper “i”, crumple “shy,” but you can’t save it.’
old school, cook it down, with a frown, hate it
collard greens, chicken stock, with the broth in it
that’s the only way to fly when you’re rhyme-makin’
i’m talkin’ middle finger to the ego, no fakin’

[chorus: catherine coffey]
charlotte corday that sh-t
and brandish revolution
k!ll your heroes and leave them there to soak
it’s never true enough or good enough to please you
spoon feed you what you want and gladly watch you choke
destroyed by madness, hysterical and naked
it’s a party, it’s our pleasure, it’s our prize
in my zeppelin, i’m taking off for conquests
climb aboard, we’ll civilize the sky

[verse 2]
how the f-ck you know my livin’ is large?
b-tch, i hurry like a barge when i’m skipping the charge
and i got any number independent women telling me
how independence got ‘em feeling chained in the yard
all starched like a sarge, or a uniformed guard
if you wanna taste pain, wear a corset or a star
and i got any number independent women telling me
how entertaining it is when you begin to jaw
so, liberate it if you wanna feel good
but explaining what the flame is straight embargoes the goods
so, shut it down if you aim for wood
start to wiggle like you should until you think you understood
i’m talkin wings to fling out your thing for the better:
celebration’s premature if you caught got up in the fetters
and letter-begetters get up in dada garments and sweaters, you get it?
don’t need no saccharine icarus getting fixed up and bickering
‘til that mixture is trickling in the ocean, ‘til he trippin and fed her
don’t interpret armageddonous letters;
alighieri on the steep: i’m in the steps of my betters, get treadin’

- q curius lyrics

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