Tag: rhyme

  • POEMMXXIII

    POEMMXXIII

    Some scrawls from 2023.

    Love x
  • Posting on postings (Clip)

    Posting on postings (Clip)

    From the files, under edit compilation. Off the top. S

    wrote a rhyme in wrong order
    chaos simplicity, wrapped and tracked pasta border
    word marauder playing monk on record her
    door to door delivery days
    making beats on the corner chords and ways

    walk the talk tale swerving slug snail
    snug in sun or hail, no email
    beats blown through the letterbox
    feets quick like bipedal fox
    house to house nation
    each family feeling inflation
    wheeling their patience
    painting their places

    generally kind and pleased to meet faces
    I take my paces, step to divide beats
    accents in all places and leave spaces
    for what I don’t know

    hip to honour simplicity and respect the flow     
    thinking on my feet discrete 
    dropping news in the street
    by the end of each day I’m touring complete
    the map is not the territory
    know some maps do cheat
    but these hairy legs work and carry my meat
    rain and shine rambling sublime…

  • Corona Slayer 2

    Written, recorded, produced and mastered by Steve Fly @ Fly Agaric Studios, Amsterdam. 24-28th July 2021. (Edited 10th August & September 13th, 2021)

    Since March 2020, Squintin Quarantino has been writing rhymes in a ‘first thought best thought’ manner, presented here with little editing. This is the second installment following on from the first ‘Corona Slayer E.P’ (released in September 2020.

    I trust these rhymes will cohere for you. Starting with the global lockdown 1 in March 2020, rhymes helped me to crawl through the last sixteen months. Besides straight ahead prose writing and my experimental novel: Deep Scratch, this SQ outlet helped cleanse my racing mind.

    SQ is intent on spreading rhymes and scrutiny of the Covid response, focused on the UK and Holland. The growing abyss between the rich and poor, and lack of support for providing food, clothing and shelter for all humanity has tripled the blow on the vulnerable. Now’s the time to take personal responsibility. #coronaslayer

    –Steve Fly,
    Amsterdam, 14th July 2021.
    www.deepscratch.net

    Thanks For The Support,
    www.patreon.com/stevefly

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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 feather

    2021, we travel to the sun
    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   

    (more…)
  • Squintin Quarantino: Mink Differently

    Pontoon…that’s twenty twenty one
    Put yer’ mask on, big task ahead son
    SQ Raps, with zoonotic curses
    A pox on capitalists, flock of bats in these verses
    Swoop down with sonor into your town
    James Brown on the speakers (get up, get down)
    The message I got and medium hold it
    Warped my mind, cosmos enfolded (tongue molded)
    My joint hold it
    That weed, sold it, green like Kermit,
    supreme vermin, sermon turnin’
    R-number determine the respect that you earnin’ (Zero?)
    …I’m showing concernin’
    Shut the fucking zoos and the schools, get learnin’

    I look in mirror, and tap the sink
    Double tap my head, think mcfly think
    These rhymes on pages, unpublished gauges
    For Le’ Mink I beg forgiveness from gods and sages
    Animal trade brings a shit parade
    Unless, in a lab, you think the virus made 
    They farmed fur and fucked with the wrong mink
    They picked the wrong Pangolin, wrong day, wrong drink
    Now humanity caged, we all enraged (klink klink)
    Klink klink
    You put Mink and Pangolin and Bats in cages
    Farm anything that walks, now the virus engages
    Pelts and coats and eyebrows and soup
    These mistakes not so man-kind, the guilty group (shot the coup)
    You eat Bat Pangolin soup you die
    You farm mink in squalour, boxed in you pay
    Their natural habitat is 7 miles wide
    They nurse their young on milk, down their burrow, inside
    Netherlands, Denmark and US breed em’
    Kill them, skin them, sell them and bleed them
    Gone done it now, since pig sheep and cow
    Back to bite you in the ass, better fast write a vow
    The wrong Pangolin and bat-mink farms
    The wrong politician and brats test our calms
    When the wrong human spread the wrong virus
    Cull in Denmark, our fault (I’d fire us)
    Like a bat out of hell you’ll be mourning till’ the morning comes
    I’m not surprised, got a gravestone on my drums
    Pull your mind out the slums (hums)
    Rise up with empathy, let it go, plums
    Covid dumbos suck like a thousand jumbos
    Wishful thinking, booze, god, where the mind goes
    Rhymes runnin’ like yer’ nose in a snot green garden
    Overflow hose with this prose keg yer’ pardon

    Practically shut the Zoo, we haven’t any clue
    How far up David Icke’s Rabbit hole do you have to goo
    Until you smell the bull poo, I ask you?
    Study mammals, the variants, tell parents
    Mammalian pathology and Mink/Pangolin physiology
    Check my methodology, questions, juss’ holla G.
    You believe a bio-flu made in a lab just for you
    Why shut a zoo when it’s Bill Gates crew in Wu
    Antivaxx anti-lockdown virus madness crew, fuck you
    I spit compassion for Mink, you just share sick stink
    Common sense and decency on the brink
    National health crisis, you’re brainwashed like Isis
    Killing just as many, your poor mum dad or granny
    Boris Johnson is a pure fanny
    These dead-pan notes are not funny
    Far right thugs and Facebook groups
    Conmen and victims, all fodder for troops
    Caught in the cross-fire, a zoonotic virus
    I put my hands in the air, but nobody would hire us, they fire us!
    Check the papyrus
    2020 vision I got it
    Published in March, I got a fly in my bonnet
    This is no sonnet but if you sun it you get it
    Vitamin DJ, TJ hooka’ beat smell it
    Don’t forget stay fit, still dance and move your feet
    Be discreet with your raps don’t write all caps
    I’m like a Pangolin army walkin’ through cat-flaps
    Flapping chops, cutting drops, wearing a bat bra singing four-tops
    Turvey, squirrely surely shirley, upside down inside from scurvy
    These liars unnerve me, chumocracy dirty
    I’ve been saying this since I was twenty or thirty
    Always wash your hands before eating at the canteeno’
    The virus invisible, I’m Squintin Quarantino

    They put animals and people in cages
    Profited from misery throughout ages
    Confuse health message as illness rages
    The tabloid right wing news-reaper pages
    Have I got news for you
    This shit started in a make-shift wet zoo in Wu
    The chinese contained it, but some tourists plained it
    And some tourists plained it, and some tourists plained it
    Skiers and first-world upper-class dummies
    Picked up corona for a ride to their cities
    Those living in crown cuckoo land, can’t understand what’s new
    A new virus, previously unknown and that much is true
    Faith salespeople and cheats pounce like vultures
    I make word sculptures, music and cultures
    You turn natural disaster into a man-made catastrophe
    By not taking the scientific consensus seriously
    Toilet papers hordes and 5G nutspiracy, embarrass me, callous me?
    Qanon, wake up son, they’re lying about who’s lying
    I’m flowing here trying to keep from sighing
    Singing not crying, walking not flying 
    There’s no denying, right wing leaders cause more dying
    Look at New Zealand and Wuhan, which communist buying?
    First world white capitalist faith-based disaster
    Exceptionalism, conceit makes the virus spread faster
    All the Trump Bolsonaro Bozo incompetence
    Is reflected in numbers, the death and mere pitence
    Largest military and best health care facilities
    Can’t be used to help the people because their for-profit utilities
    Public funds into private purses
    What are you stupid or something, can’t understand these verses
    You’ve been robbed, raped, thraiped and tortured
    They stole the land, the trees, the air from our orchard
    And although its awkward we must walk forward
    For word brings hope and a rant helps my veggies steam
    Environment a melting ice-cream, it doth seem, ripped at the seam
    Tripped over the dream back to the future nightmare
    But I’m awake, ready for the fight, who’s up and out there?
    I’m here training in my yellow submarino’
    Staring at Faceblock, Squintin Quarantino

    –Squintin Quarantino

    See 2020: Squintin Quarantino

  • Cops And Artists: What Do You Stand For?

    Dressed up like an outlaw from bottom to tops
    Question authority, scrutinize cops drinking tea in my flipflops 
    It’s a day job being a bobby, you supposed to stop robbery and
    Stand up for justice, not kneel on the neck, let’s discuss this 

    I ask all cops and bobbies to search their soul 
    To look into their title, their stereotype and role 
    I do the same as a musician and artist 
    I ask myself, am I lazy, contributing to society 
    What are my morals ethics and code of conduct 
    Just try to be nice, just don’t fucking murder anybody. 
    So cops hear me now, what is it you stand for? 
    The protection of people requires more candour 
    The origins of the word Police is polite 
    What the hell are you doing out there tonight? 

    The Polis is the state 
    And the policy is the state, but 
    Polite is the plight of the people with all due respect
    The people YOU are supposed to serve and protect 
    Just try and be polite when you break up a fight 
    Consider who’s bidding you’re doing 
    To be blunt, who’s agenda in office are you serving? 
    Who do you stand for, for who do you kneel? 

    I don’t want to give all police a hard time 
    There’s good cops and bad cops like butchers and Taxi drivers 
    But now’s the time to stand up, once again, and shout NO! 
    There’s a clear racist agenda in many cop gangs 
    Let’s not escalate into pop-shots and bangs 

    Stand up and protest with us 
    Join the calls for justice for justice 
    Look your partners in the eye and talk about this 
    No, it’s not as bad as it is in the U.S 
    But all cops worldwide should confess 
    They distance themselves from this murder mess 
    Prove their benevolence and stand up 
    To a public scrutiny test. 

    Like if a popular rock drummer strangled a security guard
    For demanding he show his wrist band or card 
    Live on stage live on film, you might understand 
    I would write a statement on behalf of all good drummers 
    I would distance myself from this monster with a passion 
    This killer who happens to share my profession 
    Why don’t you, coppa? 
    I’d sit down with any of you motherfuckers over a cuppa’ 
    We can trade stories, tit for tat 
    You tell of your terror and I tell of mine, how’s that? 
    We can trade footage of beatings, murder and crime 
    You show me your criminals, I’ll show you mine
    Of non-violent crime, like growing weed which is fine. 

    And what about the culture, ever thought to protect that 
    How many raves, festivals, and parties have you shut? 
    How many corporate CEOs, Royals, Ministers 
    Presidents and Tsars did you protect? 
    You weigh it up for me, I’m here twisting my drum sticks 
    Ready for your cop marching band of rednecks
    Ready for your bullhorn with my mic, tongue flex.

    No violence just words and video and sounds 
    We do art battle, peaceful yet piercing 
    Not violent but inciting thoughts 
    Artists don’t need policing like the fans of foot sports 
    So celebrate your good cops whomever they may be 
    Just don’t show me Dirty Harry, he’s fiction from TV
    I ask you again as I’m spread up on the wall 
    Cops, what, who and why do you stand for who you stand for? 

    –Squintin Quarantino 

    30/05/2020 

  • Flu Romance – Squintin Quarantino

    2020_ SQUINTIN QUARANTINO - FLU-ROMANCE

    (Shout out to Culpatino…no blame. Big up Gravitino, I feel you)

    My gloves are on, the detergent is drawn
    I’m ready for the virus from dusk till dawn
    Break the trance with the vibes from Brian Eno
    The sound flew off the tracks cuz’ I’m Squintin Quarantino

    I’m like Kurt Russel in Escape From New York
    Running man, stunning man, gunningham talk
    Like Stallone in Lock Up and Hanks in Castaway
    I’m stuck here in Quarantime looking for the way
    Out…
    I’m isolating nice things singing while tricycling
    Flinging words stifling, the greedy are pilfering
    The vultures are profiting
    Don’t stand so close to me
    I practice social distance Sting
    I save Zoe…and my keys unchained Django
    Watch me on screen, love, Squintin Quarantango
    In Paris, with the butternut squash
    In the bed with moustache sized buds in ma’ stash
    High as a Kietel here alone in the hotel
    Show tell bad smell brad pitted’ cherry bell
    A big shout out to Mia Wallace and Gromit
    She wears the wrong trousers and sniffed the wrong sherbet

    Take the pandem-mic and make the people dance
    Stay the fuck inside its no flu romance
    I’m a natural born killer of this novel corona
    Squashed it with my Ayahuasca ceremona
    Original gangsters like Whitey Albino
    Can’t shoot a shot like Squnitin Quarantino

    Like Hoffman in a Hazmat suit
    Prometheus blows mellow flute
    Can’t touch the hammer you might go David Banner
    The gamma-slammer-roller got your tongue on stammer
    The Androm-media strain effect like a domino
    I’ve seen it blurred before as Squintin Quarantino

    Natural born iller than Jacko in Thriller
    Beats lilted dilla Jackie Brown in the mirror
    My mind in a sewer better sew something newer
    Dip a toe in the water stay inside like befower’
    I can’t be sure bruh my vision is poor
    All out of focus from each scene to sceno’
    Cuz’ in this sun city sin I’m Squintin Quarantino

    Kick out the germs motherfucker stand back
    I strike down with vengeance on corona claptrap
    My angers are furious my facts Sammuel serious
    A pox on those who poison brothers delirious
    Me I like to trip the old acid amino
    Shootin’ super hate cuz I’m Squintin Quarantino

    #CoronaSlayer
    #SquintinQuarantino

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  • Fresh Off The Dome Of Squintin Quarantino

    #BattleNaps

    On the way to brum there’s a place called Quinton
    I saw it through the window and my eyes started squintin’
    I jumped off the bus and was shot in the head
    By a fake bullet “for a scene” the chap said
    Step the fuck back bruv, do I know you?
    Naa’ just kiddin’ saw your hat, checked your crew
    We went into the cinema and smoked some strong indo
    Turned off the lights and sat Squintin Quarantino

    Don’t call me squintin’
    When I’m locked down like San Quintin
    I’m quitting’ spittin’ sittin’ here knittin’ new mittens
    Cute scratching like kittens
    Most my girlfriends were fit ens’
    So many in the art game get paid a mere pittance
    Patience, stop and read the has Beano
    The world is hulk fiction and I’m Squintin Quarantino

    I step into battle with shaker and rattle
    Dressed like a cow I move the crowd like cattle
    Commune-immunity with no vaccine is lunacy
    Move your dumb ass inside the virus is real you see?
    Stop gambling with your life in that fucking Casino
    Stay home and kill ill like Squintin Quarantino

    Take that 5G conspiracy and give your third eye a squeegee
    When you get bored source your news from a Wiji
    Bars I got plenty my mouth never empty
    Call me Squinting eyes prize flies twenty-twenty
    With a mouth full of fevers like you’d never believe us
    Hip hop inglorious spit smells like Brad’s Pitt
    My reservoir dogs bark at Al Pacino
    Don’t fuck with the camera guy I’m Squintin Quarantino

    This band is bound for mumu land
    Turntable spray can mic and handstand
    Stay the fuck home with stuck home syndrome
    Play games fly drone make rhymes dry bone
    I’m in quarantainment thinkin’ bout the government
    Doing edu-tainment writing to contain it
    Outbreak beats from tribal elders to bambino
    We’re all bastards now bro just like Squintin Quarantino

    We await a second universal base-sick incoming
    Incoming…I juggle beats in my heart I’m drumming
    All washed hands on deck, sick seconds to wreck
    Better put on a mask and better wynd in yer’ neck
    Breath
    And get set to a task
    Like making gowns gloves food poems and masks
    And if in the night you get a strong dark urgy
    To go into the streets get a bit purgy
    Breath and hold down the fort, stay home, it’s a sport
    And I’m the Eddie Eagle Edwards of ski-board rap warriors
    Don’t jump stay home, stop worriers
    Don’t be hateful mate be a loving hero get leano’
    I’ll be here scribblin’ bruv peace Squintin Quarantino.

    OUTRO: When your locked up inside and there’s nowhere to hide and the last plane has flied and the tough man has cried the criminister lied as the last poet sighed and we all on this slide of mosty unsatisfied we look back and we tied our prejudice to pride and teachers they tried and preachers some died and screetchers they scryed guilty they hide and greedy they seek and the spirit of Apocalypse Cow moooooooo. How do you treat your meat? “if Covid 19 is the China virus, school shootings are the white people virus…” the other Quarantino said. Fly out. Yeah yeah. SQ in the house. Hey, stay home, stay in bed yer’ bellend. Ha. What you looking at now? Why you squinting? Dis ting…here, look, down at your toe, go, run that riddim’ track….flow.

    I feel like Rambino when I’m in my Lamborghino
    Wearing my chino’s reading porno magazino
    From the fam Gambino I gamble rambles for vino
    Split the spleeno of geno now I’m singing Turna Tino’

    Walkin’ down the streeto, just eating my cheetoh
    Girl turned and shouted, “hey Squintin Quarantino”
    I said “hell no, what the fuck do you meano”
    “I’m smoking that icky girl-scout cookie pheno”

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