Subsubsubculture

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 Bitch, 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 shit And brandish revolution Kill 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 fuck you know my livin' is large? Bitch, 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' [Chorus: Catherine Coffey] Charlotte Corday that shit And brandish revolution Kill 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