Tag: Squintin Quarantino
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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These rhymes on pages, unpublished gauges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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SECOND WAVE COMING – SQUINTIN QUARANTINO
At central station, with a note for the nation
You’re testin’ my patience, we doe’ need no more patients
It’s just simple I ask, not a difficult task
Just wash your grubby hands and then put on a mask
If you…think it a hoax, then you endanger our folks
Political purists want cash from the tourists
Don’t say the word, that rhymes bird community
I might spill some verbs and break word immunity
You choose…wealth over health, we choose Math over death
Exorcising rights, with my last dying breath
I walk with a waddle, like the drunken Penguino
Some call me fly…others Squintin Quarantino.
She…did all the summin’… I did the drummin’
There’s somethin’ brewing, it ain’t the fluin’
Tourists are coming and the spit balls are going
My heartbeat is rising, my tongue keeps surprising
My…songs are running and bong rips are rolling
Shoppers in droves…so dodge em’ keep strolling
A lot of dumb tourists, they act like bambino
I’ll wear a facemask, yes I’m Squintin QuarantinoI’m… weaving through people, they twisting my nipple
No masks make me dribble, at the narcissist rabble
Playing Covid at scrabble, with death you do dabble
I’m stuck in the middle saying, hey kid skedaddle
Up the…Gracht with no paddle riding bareback no saddle
I look at the muddle and just cuddle my bottle
and we get to the bottom, of the R rate “We got em’
with all my four hooves, we move over to trott on’
I’m like Wolfgang Pauli, who dis…covered Neutrino
Super fly Quark barkin’ Squintin Quarantino
Liars of Wealth, versus liars of Health
Put a cap on the Sandwich, put a cap on your mouth
Put a cap in your ass, in your head in your ear
You hijack our weed, make Trillions off beer
All the financiers can now work from home
Mum-wage workers, stuck in front Covid zone
Laws from the Hague, confuse like Cummings they vague
Can’t run in clogs, from the new airborne plague
I swim in waves until the end of the fino’
I spit behind a mask because I’m Squintin QuarantinoIt’s…late in July, second coming from the sky
In yer mouth, up yer nose in yer’ ear through your eye
Tiny bacteria, shut down your cafeteria
You airborne yesterday, chill yer’ hysteria
It’s…not a big ask, just wear a damn mask
If I don’t ask it, then your grans in a casket
Hot drink, you flask it
Asymptomatic, you mask it.
Put the lotion, in the basket and your mouth, behind a tight-knit
Ministers like dinosaurs, I like to call em’ Deano’
With a T-Rex flexin; this is Squintin QuarantinoOne small mistake or one big blunder
You and the city, might go six feet under
Don’t…sleep and lumber, get up track the number
Into October November December
Your…just out of reach, on a towel on a beach
You’ll hear me at the top of my lungs as I screech
….INN COMING here comes the second wave
I’m…calling to offices households and caves
Holding up a flag: Wear A Mask Life It Saves
A Covid Tsunami, will wipe out your army
A second wave attack will drown folk that’s barmy
Playin’…Russian roulette with bad spit and sweat
Bats teach us a lesson but you’re quick to forget
If we all wear a mask then, the quicker it’s over
No reliance on horseshoe, charm or four leaf-clover
I’m…hot like Mohommad eating a RAW Jalapeno
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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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