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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 wayswalk 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 placesgenerally 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 knowhip 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… -
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
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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’ pardonPractically 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
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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 thisI 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 bangsStand 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
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Flu Romance – Squintin Quarantino

(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 QuarantinoI’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 sherbetTake 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 QuarantinoLike 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 QuarantinoNatural 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 QuarantinoKick 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
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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 QuarantinoDon’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 QuarantinoI 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 QuarantinoTake 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 QuarantinoThis 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 QuarantinoWe 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”



