Third Coming
Can you hear the clapping, my gums flappin’
Moronic juicy rhymes keep the songs sap in
Religion double tappin’ state talk crappin’
Corona virus wave, another victory lappin
Third coming
Crowned for Easter
Profit from misery is a sign of the beast (er)
Baste the turkey with Brexit, the piss, Boris teks it
You vote for rabid dogs and Brexit you get sick
The virus, Zuck text it, fuck facebook and hex twit
Take you bitcoin and shove it up your arse slit
Who work for it, masses of energy, you tit
No wonder Elon want Bitcoin to hit the ceiling
Lao Tzu, Hegel and Machiavelli thieving
Layers of capital, players and neigh sayers
No socialist agenda to help or pay us
Third coming
Business class ass still got a thumb in
Free ride capital, greedy market slummin’
Mean motherfuckers own the means to living
And I keep moaning, remaining, reframing
Hot under the tongue, breath aiming flaming
Wildfires
From coast to coast
Dumbos spread the virus like its jam on toast
And my petty rhymes don’t even begin to roast
Most the guests at the park who insult the host
The planet’s not ours to save
Greed stings like aftershave
A curse on plague DJs who play the plague rave
Greeting the third wave, go live in your cave
Third coming
In the air tonight like a song
And I’m using a dolphin as a wake-shift bong
You can thank Boris Trump Putin and Ping
For the super spread of capital mutations this spring
There’s a way out, forward, just look
For the mutualist syndicalist anarchist book
It may take a while, more destruction and bile
We must crawl mile after mile after mile
Eat that third shit sandwich and smile
I know, my once tasty raps may seem vile
Some raps snap like a crocodile
Some traverse the Ganjes and Nile
I’ve mysteries and manuals on file
Spit a botticelli mosaic on your floor tile
Suck satan off kitchen foil
Cook up spies until they ready boiled
Memories well oiled
Serpent’s tooth and tail coiled
Bed and pants soiled
Poems loyal, dialed, dyed and royal real
A bargain bop bonanza, a steel
A wing on the third rail, another on the wheel
Third coming
Yower’ all-grow-ridim can’t latch me
This patch is quilted with hatched ste
Setting head fires with match key
Game set seal, Adamski
Born inwards Lee
Burrows down to Gordon Brown’s downfall
Gordon Bennet wrote it, I just float a bit
Encircle, we mote it bee line for bass face distance sting
Third Coming
Ouch, like a corkwynder to our chops
Like people without masks buying bog roll in shops
Britain top of the pops
But the band eating slops
The Queen still banking and reaping our crops
My flipper it flops, the bit penny drops
From heaven or hell, or Giza cheops
Capitals zit pops, death toll hit tops
Exceptionally sexless brexit means worse off
Oh well, so let’s make a mockery
Come see my garden pond, deck chairs and rockery
I fancy pigeons in my flockery
Writs sound odd like socks, hurry
In a global pandemic I’m sick like McFlurry
Furry like mink
Stinky like skunk
Tuned up on Sun Ra and Thelonious Monk
Third coming
Like a trilogy
We say three and in dutch it’s drie
Wonton soup and cantaloupe with brie
That predictive techx cunht catch flea
Mimic my octopus, high me, fly me
Word coming back from the grave
Forgiveness, NHS not Jesus saves
Eton enclaves and PPE chums
Suck up resources and steal the last crumbs
Tory Brexit death march to distant drums
Oh diddums, it’s only a life
Only a son, daughter, mother, father, husband or wife
Put down the knife, pick up the pen
Write it out kids, let us begin
Hideous crimes by this lying gangerino
Pale when compared with Squintin Quarantino
Author: flyagaric23
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Squintin Quarantino – Third Coming
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A Pangolin Prayer – For World Pangolin Day 2021
Exactly one year ago, I posted a blog for World Pangolin Day 2020, calling attention to the illegal Pangolin trade and the awful exotic animal market demand. Since then, I’ve spent time reading what I can find about Pangolin physiology and immunology, and progress in the challenging quest to discover the origins–and plot a prehistory of Sars Cov-2.
Recent studies from the reputable, Francis Crick Institute, have raised the probability that the Pangolin is an intermediary species, or viral bridge between Bat Coronaviruses and Sars Cov-2 in Humans.
Further research on the Bat Pangolin Human (cross-species transmission) plus recent papers on Mink mutations, and the flurry of new studies on the Human variants (the so called Kent/UK variant, South African Variant and the Brazilian variant) are all worthy of study. Sure, it’s a heavy load to digest. I can’t pretend to understand all of the findings, however one thing is crystal clear to me since February 2020, unless all nations review their relationships with animals and farming practice and the climate, immediately, novel pandemics will continue. I agree with Sujit:
“A post-pandemic historiography will surely be interdisciplinary, with critical, philosophical and collaborative engagement with scientists.–Sujit Sivasundaram, https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC7717365/
I urge you all to read the captivating, brilliant paper by Sujit Sivasundaram, a most detailed and broad, respectful overview of this remarkable creature and it’s reverence in traditional Chinese culture. Yes, go ahead, study the Pangolin in the context of virology and immunology and the possible–zoonotic leap–but also try to take a moment to consider their bigger picture, the pre-history culture, language art and folklore of these creatures. This context is important for discussions with any who claim Sars Cov-2 was made in, or escaped from a laboratory. Nobody has 100% certainty on the origins of the Sars Cov-2, however, like most things in history it’s down to a complex of origins.Something that struck me, when reading Sujit’s paper, is the respectful chant that the Pangolin poachers said aloud before killing one. This reflects other aboriginal and indigenous native people’s hunting traditions and prayer. In each, some kind of offering in word or deed or symbol is directed to that living thing which is killed to sustain them and their tribe. I consider the chant as a kind of–Lords Prayer–but in this case to the Pangolin gods, keep in mind that the traditional Chinese Pangolin poachers infused their chants with humour and puzzling poetic ambiguity. Here’s updated reverent chant for 2021, although I don’t intend to kill and eat any Pangolin.
Pangolin Prayer
Oh Pangolin, dear Pangolin
I don’t want your meat
Let’s walk under starlight
Through mountains dancing feet
Oh Pangolin, sweet Pangolin
All horny and well armed
Scales for immunity
Balanced, unharmed
Kaballavā, mulkodhu
valdaranayā, æyā
Forgive us lord Pangolin
Please accept this prayerPerhaps we can extend these chants and poems (don’t call em’ roasts or toasts) to Bats and to Mink? Join me at my patreon project and help mutate these sacred chants into full blown audio/visual variants/odes.
–Steve Fly
“Despite the best efforts of scientists to understand the mechanisms through which this virus originated across species, the role of the historian is also critical in understanding the ‘spill-over’ of diseases, for the transference of zoonotic diseases now occurs more rapidly because of the way humans have altered nature over centuries. The mammalian orders that carry the vast majority of zoonotic diseases are rodents, bats and primates. Among the anthropogenic drivers of this transmission are human domestication of animals, human encroachment into habitats high in wildlife biodiversity, and the hunting of wild animals.18 Additionally, large-scale industrial farming is a problem because it produces genetically similar populations across which disease can spread quickly.” — Sujit, The Human, The Animal and the Prehistory of COVID-19.
The question remains on how the pangolins became infected initially. Could it have been in their natural Southeast Asian environment, before being captured? The discovery of a new virus close to SARS-CoV-2 in bats in Cambodia supports this hypothesis, as Rhinolophus bats and pangolins can meet, at least occasionally, in caves in Southeast Asia. This strengthens the hypothesis that pangolin trafficking is responsible for multiple exports of SARS-CoV-2-like viruses to China.–https://nationalinterest.org/blog/reboot/virus-similar-covid-19-was-present-cambodia-early-2010-177739
“For much of last year it spread quietly, then a cluster of patients infected with the virus carrying a H69/V70 deletion appeared in Denmark. This mutation was appearing in a version of the virus that was being passed from mink on farms to humans. While analysis showed the virus had mutated slightly to become more infectious to the animals, some early data suggested it was also less sensitive to antibodies contained in the blood serum of patients who had recovered from Covid-19.–https://www.bbc.com/future/article/20210127-covid-19-variants-how-mutations-are-changing-the-pandemic
“The South China tiger (Panthera tigris amoyensis)and the Chinese pangolin(Manis pentadactyla),a scaly anteater, occupy ancient and important niches in the biologically diverse ecosystems of Chinese folk cosmology. Both animals are believed to have mysterious magical power and high medicinal value, and both are now under state protection.–https://www.jstor.org/stable/j.ctt6wr4f1
“In Chinese legend pangolins are said to travel all around the world underground, and in the Cantonese language the name for pangolins translates to “the animal that digs through the mountain,” or “Chun-shua-cap,” which translates to “scaly hill-borer.”–http://www.edgeofexistence.org/species/chinese-pangolin/
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Squintin Quarantino – Fuq Johnny English
Phew, my words still gettin’ through?
Lick-shot out the blue, spit split intwo
What’s not and what’s true, where we and who you?
Crew up and cue up, It’s time to break
Beats rhymes lives against the lies and fakes
Have your cake, eat it
Take your drum, beat it, concrete it, congress
Get us all out this fine mess
I’ve my suspicions, a band of magicians
Warrior poets spit like real politicians
Surprise equals information, this message trans-nation
Distinguish yourself with brain mouth
Go North East West after south
We don’t reject conspiracy
It’s a culture mirror, see
Sore the populist pimple burst
Vote Leave, Britain first
Military grade weapon thirst
Grandma and grandpa in cross-fire cursed
War on terror tools
Turned on public, trolls breed fools
Westword data dystopia flip
UK US myopia drip
Facts gone blurry, speech all slurry
They’re not sorry, sacrifice health for money, finance slurry
Artist’s hot-belly full of Crowley curry
Ready to deliver, deep forest rushing river
Music with goosebumps, songs to make you shiver
Attacks on arts and cultural outliers
Highlights its power over robot town criers
They can defund us, rob all our heritage
Turn our industry to mush with clot after clottage
But there’s no stoppage in this heart-head wattage
We sucked on acid, liquid and blottage
Mind body peach poem, please keep sewin’
Keep going, heart flowing, dip yer’ toe in
Keep crowing, mowin’ writing scriptures and poems
Am I not getting through?
Rhymes melting like snow
States and Business strike
With sick price hike
You’ve got the stage, give me the mic’All the best minds getting bought by Google
Those in Government still playing fruggle, I play buggle
It’s a juggle and muddle, face down in puddle
We all need a cuddle and a double on the double
Excuse my mumble
As I fumble and grumble like a lung lost womble
Let’s roll and tumble to this humbelly rumble
From out the rubble a Ruby
Critical thinkers, old and newbie
Where your crew be, Marquis DeSelby
Equal life affirming and dazzling beauties
As, dystopian dark rap realist footsies
Prospiracy a thing, it’s praise I sing
With bells, whistles and a heap of RAW bling
Secret cabals with mutualist goals
Snowdon moles, reverse trolls
A conspiracy of thrills, to fight ills
Critical paranoia, canvas happy health pills
Microchip to save climate, stop oil spills, rhyme it.
Design science fiction, hard as DALL:E
Empathic imagination to destroy Fox TV
Post Q altruist narrative story, a constructive Tory
Or constrictive lies in glory?
What’s real, what’s not, judgement shakey?
Spotted with Delores, god for fake me
Poet for hire, bold from worst shire
Save what you can from a cultural pyre
You, me, us and them, all together mighty jam
I’m Muslim, Christian, Jewish and Buddhist
Let’s just eat, call ourselves foodist
Don’t mean to sound rudest or crudest, no flu list?
Let’s do this, spit it all out behind the mask
Entertainment is a thankless task
With a mammoth tusk we dance at dusk
Smell musk and taste upper apple crust husk
Sell optimism in bulk using incredible talk
Whistle beatbox and walk, be like gulls and squark
Murray Gell Man on Quarks, complex skid MarkAll religions be twain
With secular society, to gain
Paths to unity through rain blame game pain main
Junction of voicebox flame
Enchanted hot tales fly off in flocks
Think out the box, outfox the fucks
Modular tools for new building blocks
Fight crooks with books, avoid kooks and spooks
Be like Dr Spock, rock the spot
Put sincerity in snot, go process TTOTT
I am you and you are me
Get it bruv, time for tea
In your shoes, in my head, can’t get you, what she said
What they say, whatta’ they say, what you say
I say, me say, you say?
We all stand together
United workers, sympathetic sisters
Downtrodden, vulnerable, minorities, grafters
Sing it loud from the rafters
This poem aircraft us, all the gods never left us
And the planet can sustain, it must
It’s all resources for all, or bust
I’m down rabbit hole with hands out, trust
Come together with zest
Build community chest with others, the rest
Invite them as guests to build empathy nests
Sew em’ big boy pants and bullet proof texts
Texts for sanity, for gravity, humanity
A global village to avert world calamity
Calm salt sea science speak seriously
Science friction fractured actual factually
Manufactured fragments feed back to me
Turn index with psychic appendectomy
I use my decks you see
Turn-tables to fables mystery seeking that unity story
Be it romance or gory, Labour, Tory
Attention apprehension by marketing hench-men
Forgot to mention our invention,
Disbelief suspension
Storyboard adventure to wonderland ascension
Keep em’ reading with tension
God’s murder at the conspiracy convention
Form and function my contention
Dutch sandwich, meet heads for luncheon
Come play
Make space communism gay
Roll in the hay and say, yes way, this way
Do you own nothing, are you happy
Or own everything and sad
Join the fight for the good fight, you’ll be glad
Familiar like Dad
I’m puttin’ the fly in the gad
Dishing up beats, rad
I’ve been here in the arts lab since a wee’ lad
I dislike Johnny English, Mr dithering Beano’
I prefer John Le Carre cuz’ I’m Squintin Quarantino -

Endless Crew – Dead Batteries (DJ Steve Fly Jamm Pro Remix)
I confess, I miss the dancefloor, so here’s something to rekindle the tribal pulse. A straight-ahead four to the floor JAMM with the electro-stomping “Dead Batteries” by Endless Crew. Visuals courtesy of Art Breeder (bred by Steve Fly)
Thanks to Endless Crew and Jamm Pro boffins for making this pack a FREE gift!
Tune into Pirate TV for all the freshest Jam action, uplifting news and Zen shennanigans. Big up Space Dog!
Keep your head boppin’ “We will rise”
Love, Steve Fly (Agaric 23)
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Squintin Quarantino – Unherd Of Covidiot Media.
Squintin ain’t flinchin’ at the quack mob preachin’
Covidiot ravers should be sent to plague island, bitchin’
Lapsed Christian football thugs, fake gangsters, mugs
Snot nosed middle no-class kids, rotten gammon luggs
Y’all need some drugs, you give cannabis a bad name
You organize on Facebook and then criticise same
No moral compass, no empathy, y’all wampie’s
The sheep you see in others, led by Donkeys
I’m no fan of Rutte, that benefits scandalous slut
Squintin’s been critiquin’ while unherd truthers tweekin’
I come to wrap you muddafuckers around the wreakin’
Tongue on fire, heart desire, meme-warfare be speakin,
Last and next weekend, your damn lies piss takin’
You organize and support superspreader events
Crazy rogue serial Qillers, alt-right media savants
I’ll serve you up like ham-kass croissants
When my eyes get hot cross, I swing vision with passions
Ongehoord, whores and hard-right horrors
Support for Engles, Bidet and Wilders
Ongonize on Facebook, Arnold Karskens, bald fuck
Nasty populists like Trump and Farrage,
All white hate and populist brainwash-anon mirage
No funding for anti-fascism, just geld to verk’ for Shell
What’s that corporate capitalist market research smell?
Preying on the disenfranchised and the vulnerable
Stirring up racial tension, Zwarte Pete, abominableBranch Covidiots and faithful maskless masses
Gather in superspreader groups and speak out their asses
And the police state expands, to kettle the unherd
Shouting Freedom, dumb dumb minds to mush and turds
Hot Yoga Engels can shove it up his hot chakras
Lange Frans, go dance alone in crap circles at black-mass
From the demented world of Bannon and Sarkov
The new Dutch right media can shut up and fuck off.
I’ve a message for all branch covidian media
Pack your shit like Trump, I ain’t scared of yer’
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Endless Crew – BK (Jamm Pro Remix)
Massive shout to Coldcut and Jamm Pro Headz and te Endless Crew who made this free tune pack.
Peace
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Dutch English American Exceptionalism
Dutch gov. Collapses from a benefit scandal (they hounded families, a disproportionate of non-white, to pay back benefit money they’d been paid). Meanwhile in the UK, where the gov. are complicit in 100’000 deaths, profit off misery and defraud hungry children out of food, or in the USA, where a compulsive liar and racist led for four years, neither US or UK heads step down, the opposite, they get bonuses and extra work. Who could have guessed such a “benefits” scandal would collapse the Dutch gov? My conclusion, the DEA (Dutch English American) put wealth before health and peddle lies for personal gain. Some politicians feel a sense of shame, others build a cult of personality.
Now, let’s start that rebuilding truth in our community and society stuff, and scrutinize these vultures who claim to help us. Journalists? Support nurses and teachers, local trades-people, the vulnerable, homeless, disabled, elderly. Health care, not health ‘don’t’ care. Maybe consider special efforts to track.trace isolate and rehabilitate hate groups, branch Covidian’s and disinformation outlets. Spies? Finally, employ artists to help fight the 2021 culture war or else suffer the consequences of a crooked gov, enabled by a limp media, gagged and in the pocket of the same gov. interests: behavioural design and marketing unrestricted international finance capitalism. As somebody who has experienced the pitfalls of the Dutch benefit system, and cursed it often, I think it serves Rutte and his mob right to fall victim to a racist benefit scandal. If the cap fits.
I sincerely hope that what comes to replace it this summer (2021 Dutch Election) will be devoid of far-right populist elements that destroy economies, democracies, cultures and the climate, if they are allowed to take root. We need a new 2021 socialism, we need the opposite of fascism. I’m here for the fight, for Europe, for the planet.
–Steve Fly
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Squintin Quarantino – Oven Ready Squeal
Not with bang but a whimper, lost my temper
Turn time to tempo, praise Bon Po
Buddhist buddies come on, let’s go
Li Po, leapfrog, ego, lap-dog, lap top, tap-tap, sap head, drip dropMurder most horrid Boris mutates covid
Killers on the loose, infodemic noose fervid
Truth’s not in news, chief commissioner of tours
Lewer and skewer fact straight down sewers
…We need more growers, sewers and flowers
Sewers in sewers and so on it sours (my taste buds)
…Flowers with flowers, word is born, spore spawn (I could flow on for hours)You want rhymes about me
What I do….what I see (fly on)
My opinion, looking through a dark-glass onion
It hurts to reflect, like hot crossed bunions
“Hehe, yeah, SQ’s a funnyion
Wonky sightsee wanky world pie eye on
Any dope shit I’ll be there like…(flies on)
Are you surprised hun, look to the skies sun
Rattle of raps, like a cow’s tongue flaps (pun)
Words get bended, letters they splendid’
I sit on your satire, as no pun in ten did (we mend it)
Hate, unfriend it
I’m going round the bend with the Zen end pundit
Lies, unfund it, Raab Convid Nazbitt
Like Norman Tebit, Mason Verger, rude serve it (room service)
Secret dis-service, church surface to air mad circus.
That smell cumming from the Bullington club
Like acrid sulphur shit coke from a spoonz pub
Tory stink toilet brick stank up the bog
Not a priti smell, cummings wreak of reek Mogg (false fog?)
More pricks than hedgehog, a tsarist tsig-tsog, zig zag tsog blog
Chumocracy, toxic crack rock economy
Hollow heart symphony, syphon off PPE
I’m with Public Enemy, “stay the fuck away from me”
Conservatives spaff’ cash and endanger our family
Bozo, more U-bends than Putin’s wife
Dither and delay cost 100’000 life
With a mouth full of fevers, empowered by leavers
His fowl behaviour, praised Trump as our saviour
Cummings in his ear, in his rear eye mouth
Follow that fucker and we all fall south (of heaven)
He’s putting Brits in the oven, hand over gloven,’
Ready mi ready, just cooked another dozen
Go tell your ma’, your sister and cousin
Squnitin’s gone cursin’ in wonkyverse versin’ (dispersin)
infected, with novel rip-rap-arona’
Injected with poets for a whole new personae (to cajole ya’)
rap-rona round the globe
Raw Joyce Popper poppin’ in yer’ frontal lobe’
Make laughter infectious again
Fake letter in fact a pain
Fact the pain away, with rainbow come rain
Babies in feeding trough, old forgotten, Gorbachov
I’m snookered at the turntable, Squintin like rack man in-off
Boom time for vultures, payday for toffs
I hope they all choke on kamikaze moths–Squintin Quarantino
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Squintin Quarantino – 2021 Vision
SQ, so what you ganna’ do
You believe in Q and I tell you that we’re all through
In the stew, I sue you like a lawyer, throw you in the dryer, prove I’m much flyer
Dug, you better dig like a dog
Sq alert and watching time like a sprung cog (nition)
Like a fly on a mission, squintin lamentin’ 21 vision
Build, lets get it together
I be hear rhyming all the time through the weather
Gags I gather, shaving no lather
My pants are leather, heart light as a feather2021, we travel to the sun
(more…)
Bring the beats from the stars home for everyone
We all got the lurgy, tip the ice-burgy
Beats make you boogie, gettin’ howser’d like Dougie
Revolt, like a lighting bolt
My tongue on twelve volt singa zinga see salt
Flash out the pan to make you understan’
Trump and his terror squad like the Taliban
Spies in the van, sir veil lance man
Following the fuhrer with the fake orange tan