Dem Days by Harlee Quinn

On One(Alt. Take) by Harlee Quinn

I go deep like a downstem/ high like a rocket/ I can be your plug, baby, you can be the socket// They call me Muddy Waters, cuz' I got the blues/ no cause for concern, Burns returns to the troops////This is a war/ ignore the reporters on the news/ they paid to cater to your hate/ and maybe make you change your view// And hey excuse me, I ain't tryin' to hate on these dudes for some shit I would do, too, if it was MY face on the tube//// But it ain't/ I ain't the one seeing these people as SKUs/ it's askew/ and a new view can't take away what we do/ or erase a taped rape/ David, I made this for youuuu/nited States of jaded maniacs/ crazy for food////

HOOK:

All I dream of is a terrifying place for someone to die in/ We must escape the lions that steal our sleep...

And feel our heat...

No time to stop for cryin'.

Get used to your people dyin'.

The devil is real, and I can prove it/ Cuz' I'm dope as hell/ Only Beelzebub would tell me that I'm a loser/ but he's subtle/ he can tell I'm intelligent/ uses cunning to confuse me/ sells me something to compel my self-abuse/until////a Bell rings/ not the one that saves you from a quiz/ Mr. Belding would expel me if he'd seen the things I did// But it wasn't me who led Jessie Spano to flash those tits/ Dustin Diamond was a prick/ Yeah he died, and I'm fine with it////I mean the bell you never choose/ Rebellin' don't help if you chosen/ Misdemeanor to felony/ seldom a fella's toll hits to well-wishin' zealots in autumn/ Helluvan' oddity, too/ "The blues" are only truly awful when you're without em////

Hook:

Victory!

See me get into it when I'm winnin/ My kid wouldn't have been christened one minute before permittin' me/ Maybe I'll get laid on the way back from splittin' time-space into infinity/ open-faced divinity// whole place is in on it, isn't thee?/ You fake pious, ass-for-brains crisis-act symphony/ Master-race bastards/ bad liars and actors/

Click click click click click/

And that's it for me

V2:

My dick is impressive/ Even just yesterday, Lex Friedman insisted in an essay he tweeted/ in an inter-dimensional podcast-posited digital thesis, "The fourth horseman of the apocalypse is Steven Bailey's penis"////

That was mad sloppy

(hint hint)

like I like it/ Guess you caught me/ I'm a copy of a copy (don't spit)/ You can kick rocks with that "Ai Papi" dogshit/ I used to have a soft spot for the underdog/ (Then I went and pawned it)//// It's not even like all my shit is even that inspired/ I'm addicted/ This is crack, and trust me: not all crack is fire// Plus I'm tired/ It's amazing my family ain't fileted/ Cuz I've been wired, high, maniacal, nearly a damn DAY////

2nd Hook:

Misery!

See me bitch snifflin' when I'm into it/ The layers of my cake'll make you shiver like an inuit!/ Maybe I'll get laid on the way back from splittin' time-space into infinity/ open-faced divinity//whole place is in on it, isn't thee?/ You fake pious, masticate crisis-act symphony/ Master-race bastards/ bad liars and hackers/

Click click click click click/

And that's it for me

V3:

I'm a romantic at heart/ and my heart was what I wore/ Had I planned it (bad start)/ when my heart did she then pour a vat of acid/I'd have left and kicked her out of my pad/ bitter and mad/ scrambled/ "Careful Dat' A$$ on the damn door!"//// But I was poor/ Not on money/ yes on pussy/ not on drugs/ On a currency that's currently busted called self-love// But best believe I'm stacking it now/ and she can see it/ If she's watchin' me watch my cock in her mouth/ it's for a reason//// And we're copmlex/ together and alone/(all three of us)/ That's an inside joke/ we keep it funny/ cuz' when grief is just a creep-tip-step away on the corner/ Bein' mean's a must/ She used to beg and plead to fuck/ What did I needed porn for?////

FINAL HOOK:

Jittery!

See me be shifty when I get horny

I get definitely irritable/ murder someone by morning

Maybe I'll get laid on the way back from splittin' time-space into infinity/ open-faced divinity// whole place is in on it, isn't thee?/ You fake pious, ass-for-brains crisis-act symphony/ Master-race bastards/ bad liars and actors/

Click click click click click/

And that's it for me

Literally!

See me get pissed when you misuse it

I don't want a fuckin' shout-out

Just death to these millennial students// You may have seen fierce, but you've never seen ruthless. Next time they'll believe me that the truth, this whole place is in on it, isn't thee?/ You fake pious, ass-for-brains crisis-act symphony/ Master-race bastards/haphazardous blackguards /

Click click click click click/

And that's it for me

I've seen strands of time roll back in the hands of fate/ of the man I hate/ wash on// Wide strait/ in the pantheon/ my date with Pan/ like I can't see Ha'ashatan//// at a fine steel gate/ Am I fine? I'm great/ I did what I needed to just to find my plate/ and the way I treated "cool" was aligned with way more than my main day rued/ Blood parade came true////

When the hitter is his brass/ a grim mess/distress/ kiddies a-sniff glass/ a nimbus head-dress/ hit with a pin pass/ my slim ex-mistress/ if-n' I skip class to dip this wick in//// thick wax/ whistlin' dixie/ yap-giddy/ when the biddie is skin wrapped: about "tree-fitty"/ And I'm happy to spin magick mastered with midi/ rackety/ Amity amassed mad cash, pretty////

HOOK:

Look at him go/ he's a madman; charmer/ Lady Luck's hot when the bastard farmers coulda let go hits the gas/ I'm honored/ Listen up, sit back (shit I'm on one)//// Woulda been "no" if the answer karma enabled me got them/ Rot then starts up/ Wouldn't you know/ Grim attack like contra/ Listen up, sit back, ,(Shit, I'm on one)

V2:

I've seen video players get on tape/ imitate/ not like vimeo play does/ No, like blatant deepfake/ more like shaky portrayals/the way that Harlee ballet/ [is] emulated by Taylors/ knowin' it's hardly the same//// Are we the game?/ Why do harbingers play us?/ No se/ Yo, for real: God he already made us (came out aces)/ There isn't a blame to place on the thing that created us/ The enemy hated us since "off to the races"////

When a snifter was sipped last, a dim thought came quick/ gift and rescind/ Maps have been wrong/ game sick// Mister a-get-liquored-and-hit-bongs wasted/ Scissor-decision/ spitter for nickels/ winter mission/ Mistakes//// meant//// Spaghetti pimento confetti loaf/ over Eggs Ben/ Y'ardy know (they keep on forgetting it)// Got the most optical shard these folk have seen/ it's a statement/ Cop dope between larceny, arson-3, and abatement////

2ND HOOK:

Look at him go/ he's a madman; charmer/ Lady Luck's hot when the bastard farmers coulda let go hits the gas/ I'm honored/ Listen up, sit back (shit I'm on one)//// Woulda been "no" if the answer karma enabled me got them/ Rot then starts up/ Wouldn't you know/ Grim attack like contra/ Listen up, sit back, ,(Shit, I'm on one)

V3:

I've seen violence/ blood outside its natural environment/ Teen nihilist/ prime preoccupied for awhile then/ on the tile/ nubile/ true bile/ too mild/ you wile' when/ "Who died"'s filed behind libel, title, and silence//// Diet and exercise are required for the lion hunt/ attire for the final lunge/ guess who gets a quiet lunch?// Cthulhu would annihilate Leviathan/ high all day/ on the trial run/ Tighten nuts/ cut the wire to the viaducts////

When a pimp hand/ isn't as trained as the brain behind it/ simp fans will say, "Well That was always Bailey's style"//Shrimp scamp simmer an bake with aeoli on aisle 6/ Intimate stance will make up my fate amidst the wildest////

Diss tracks/ came to be norm/ revenge porn/ in my syntax/ children adored live in the corn/ and a bitch slap came to the corner in a Corvette scorn/ "I ain't mad, just wanna know where you get that"////

Catharsis (Instrumental only) by Harlee Quinn

(God scatterbrained, looking for something good to listen to*)

Requiem for romance/ Battle-hymn of the bulge/

(Fell in love, once, that was generations of heart murmurs)//

Tense we get/ but don't snap/ rattle it once it's full/

(Tired of tryin' to line my years with comments from botched jurors)////

My ego's hungry/ I denied the growls/ Now all the people love me/ and the haters scowl// There's an omnipresence, and although delayed/ It made the heart on my sleeve into a live grenade//// When I was held down, mouth-to-gutter, could not breathe/ It's an odd thing; around to stutter, but no sieve// And I'm grateful, here in pain, braced for the end of the world////

Everything they tell you helps to feed the hate machine/ Semi-pro intel made cointelpro the mainstream// Edgar Hoover/ Better death through feri'/ let's get movin'/

I'll smile when this whole pile of ash is fucked off and straight bleeding.

Pretty rough place at a delicate time

Pretty rough place for a delicate mind

Pretty rough face, you can tell that he grind

Pretty fucked up selling vaccinations to a backward nation where the elements lie

"From the stairs, A shadow under a door.... A reflection from a knife... and all the screaming in the world won't help"

"Keep telling yourself it's all in your mind....."

Go!/ Get money/ smoke him if you gotta/ tip-toe/watch em', keep your guard// Dro/ Drip-runnin'/ snowin in the autumn/ split nose/ stocked up, people are//// Beans/ blueberry/ New World Commerce/ too knurled, honest/ fluted cups// Dreams, Doonesberry/ toons vary/ August: chill; but every September sucks//// HARD-- Rottweiler learned it from me/ I'm the O.G. Lennox/ gold FN on par/ talk kinda like you know me/ but you don't/ I'm an ugly muscle car//// Yo/ Shit's funny only to the rowdy, do you see that what is naughty go beyond what you been told?/Epstein definitely nothin' but a pawn/ Free Ghislaine/ she straight played the role!////

Pretty rough place at a delicate time

Pretty rough place for a delicate mind

Pretty rough face, you can tell that he grind

Pretty damn ballsy/ Man, we all see it/ they cancel all things and tells us "it's fine"////

"Do you have the slightest idea what a moral and ethical principle is? DO YOU???..... Has it ever occurred to you what would happen to my future???" (TM "The Shining")

The devil is real, and I can prove it/ Cuz' I'm dope as hell/ Only Beelzebub would tell me that I'm a loser/ but he's subtle/ he can tell I'm intelligent/ uses cunning to confuse me/ sells me something to compel my self-abuse/until////a Bell rings/ not the one that saves you from a quiz/ Mr. Belding would expel me if he'd seen the things I did// But it wasn't me who led Jessie Spano to flash those tits/ Dustin Diamond was a prick/ Yeah he died, and I'm fine with it////I mean the bell you never choose/ Rebellin' don't help if you chosen/ Misdemeanor to felony/ seldom a fella's toll hits to well-wishin' zealots in autumn/ Helluvan' oddity, too/ "The blues" are only truly awful when you're without em////

Hook:

Victory!

See me get into it when I'm winnin/ My kid wouldn't have been christened one minute before permittin' me/ Maybe I'll get laid on the way back from splittin' time-space into infinity/ open-faced divinity// whole place is in on it, isn't thee?/ You fake pious, ass-for-brains crisis-act symphony/ Master-race bastards/ bad liars and actors/

Click click click click click/

And that's it for me

V2:

My dick is impressive/ Even just yesterday, Lex Friedman insisted in an essay he tweeted/ in an inter-dimensional podcast-posited digital thesis, "The fourth horseman of the apocalypse is Steven Bailey's penis"////

That was mad sloppy

(hint hint)

like I like it/ Guess you caught me/ I'm a copy of a copy (don't spit)/ You can kick rocks with that "Ai Papi" dogshit/ I used to have a soft spot for the underdog/ (Then I went and pawned it)//// It's not even like all my shit is even that inspired/ I'm addicted/ This is crack, and trust me: not all crack is fire// Plus I'm tired/ It's amazing my family ain't fileted/ Cuz I've been wired, high, maniacal, nearly a damn DAY////

2nd Hook:

Misery!

See me bitch snifflin' when I'm into it/ The layers of my cake'll make you shiver like an inuit!/ Maybe I'll get laid on the way back from splittin' time-space into infinity/ open-faced divinity//whole place is in on it, isn't thee?/ You fake pious, masticate crisis-act symphony/ Master-race bastards/ bad liars and hackers/

Click click click click click/

And that's it for me

25th Hour(Instrumental) by Harlee Quinn

Spent a significant interim with a scowl/ pipped the winter with wit/ heat-seeking, intimate tao//// Ain't fuckin' tappin' and runnin'/ somethin' that happens to clowns/ More been a dormancy like the African lungfish in droughts//// Was it depression or drugs?. Addiction to sex, except hugs?/ It is my struggle with admittin' this shit USED to be tough, and instead the new music sucks?/ Get that shit outta your head/ I ain't forget how to fuck/ listen up, I'll fuck you to death!////

HOOK:

"Burnsie is washed up?"

Absurdists are silly! This is the NewJack Construct-- worth more than a milly!

People like, "Who's that pond-scum abscondin' the city?"/ I'm like, "For-rilly? You wanna see me go spree on a killing??"////For free, the ceiling, I'll repair it/ once the anarchy pass/ Contact the patriarchy/ y'ardy know they got the best glass!//Let's hit the checklist: progressive and sensitive? Check/check/ pass it again/ you rally against harassment, scratchin' your heads////