Phew, my words still gettin’ through?Lick-shot out the blue, spit split intwoWhat’s not and what’s true, where we and who you?Crew up and cue up, It’s time to breakBeats rhymes lives against the lies and fakesHave your cake, eat itTake your drum, beat it, concrete it, congressGet us all out this fine messI've my suspicions, … Continue reading Squintin Quarantino – Fuq Johnny English
Squintin ain’t flinchin’ at the quack mob preachin’Covidiot ravers should be sent to plague island, bitchin’Lapsed Christian football thugs, fake gangsters, mugsSnot nosed middle no-class kids, rotten gammon luggsY’all need some drugs, you give cannabis a bad nameYou organize on Facebook and then criticise sameNo moral compass, no empathy, y’all wampie’sThe sheep you see in … Continue reading Squintin Quarantino – Unherd Of Covidiot Media.
Not with bang but a whimper, lost my temperTurn time to tempo, praise Bon PoBuddhist buddies come on, let’s goLi Po, leapfrog, ego, lap-dog, lap top, tap-tap, sap head, drip drop Murder most horrid Boris mutates covidKillers on the loose, infodemic noose fervidTruth’s not in news, chief commissioner of toursLewer and skewer fact straight down … Continue reading Squintin Quarantino – Oven Ready Squeal
Pontoon...that’s twenty twenty onePut yer’ mask on, big task ahead sonSQ Raps, with zoonotic cursesA pox on capitalists, flock of bats in these versesSwoop down with sonor into your townJames Brown on the speakers (get up, get down)The message I got and medium hold itWarped my mind, cosmos enfolded (tongue molded)My joint hold itThat weed, … Continue reading Squintin Quarantino: Mink Differently
Getting Sober For March? When toilet paper jokes are over you’ll be wiping your eyes Perhaps you’ll see a corpse maybe your relative dies? And we’ll learn together until the new dawn How to organize resist fight and seed a new lawn? None could see the bacteria or could know how it flow on the … Continue reading Book Of Covid19 Chapter 4 – When The Toilet Paper Jokes Are Over
Poet as early warning defence system? Don’t panic, I should listen to myself Heading into a new dark 3.0 And out the otherside when a new dawn will break A rug or tug-job a day keeps the doctor away, in the meantime To repeat, make Bloomsday of doomsday Plant seeds and grow your own medicine … Continue reading A Rub Or Tug Job A Day Keeps The Doctor Away
Book of Corvid 19 - Chapter Two Test of faith test of chest breadth and math Did you see the cough graphs Off the scale, like Novichok Exponential growth like rice on a chessboard It’s the morbid corvid curving Carving marvel hero yearning What you learning, yet concerning Burning money heads turning tardis Lockdown or … Continue reading Book of Corvid19 – Chapter Two – On Second Thoughts