[instrumental intro] [spoken, crotchety old lady, 95] Is this one of the fun ones or one of the ones where they just eff and jeff and curse and caboodle? [spoken, crotchety old man, 84] Ahhh who cares they haven't made a good record since 9/11 [spoken, pleasant cheery female nurse, 28] Oh come now residents, this is a very special treat. Here to perform both his new track about the generational divide, and his court ordered community service, our entertainment for the morning - [emphatic] Mr Mabozza Richi! [male rapper, US west coast cali accent, thuggish vibes and a scolding tone, in the pocket, rides the seat] Boomers got pensions Zoomers got clout Millennial in the middle tryna figure it out Hey diddle diddle, gen X with the fiddle Books looking like an enigma That’s been wrapped in a riddle Wrapped in a vest -reference: Nelson Muntz If they hadn’t been bullied Maybe they wouldn’t be cunts now Maybe nerds and runts don’t need to be crunched Walking corridors free from the fear of a punch Even able to get a table at lunch [smooth flow, relentless] Everything bagel with maple flavoured bacon bits A salad and a smoothie it’s bougie in this establishment [effects angry old man accent for 4 lines] “Kids used to be famished you’re turning them into pansies! Feeding the little fancy pants vegans like Captain Planet! Earth, fire, water, winned, heart - I can’t stand It Mine it, dowse it, suck it and dry it and then attack it” [resumes normal accent for punchline, savage] Calling ‘em remorseful cos they Ree-ing to Greta Don’t like a young woman telling them to do better [hype man MC spoken, no meter, relentless and over the mix] OLD HEADS CRYIN’, “CAPTAIN PLANET DONE SPOILED YA!” BUT THE EARTH ON FIRE, WHO GON’ BOIL YA?! (WOO!!) [hype man MC spoken, no meter, relentless and over the mix] GRETA SPEAK TRUTH, YOUNG VOICE CUTTIN’ DEEP— CLIMATE DREAMS DON’T SLEEP, BETTER DIG 6 FEET!! [male rapper, US east coast accent, chopping and using enjambment strategically] Motherfucker got me queueing in the canteen For a congealing burrito: squeezy cheese and baked beans Or a ladle of sumthin claiming it's steak but it’s godforsaken Served by dinner lady haters who praying you cause a scene. [breath The minor’s psyche breaks - he begins to partake In lines of china white that he ridin to stay awake and it's pricey Makes a mistake that he can’t unstraighten Went to shakedown a bakery tryna scrape up a little cake. The little old lady baker died in fright from the break in Fatal - condemnable, natal tho - that cat was his cradle Insane from matricidal crime he takes his life with a cable Fit predictable metrics on a statistical table. Sadly a lot of people unpredictable, unstable And unwilling to work though they’re more than physically able But they’re wasting their brains raging over people self labelling And complaining its their taxes that are footing the bill! [calm down on chop, back in the pocket but still enjambment] Blaming the mentally ill like it’s an issue of skill “Are they flattened out on their back or are they lacking the will? Means! Test!” - by which they mean to test ability to fill in forms Of such complexity ("they have to be to keep out the foreigners") Or people who subsist as performers, Please cry for reform. Call out the cut corners. Top earners get a clap with the iron legwarmers Man inside of metal but they ain’t transformers Work til you drop, there will be no mourners Form of a farmer, prince turned pauper [hype man shouts, crazy excited, unbelievable hype] “What?! TALK TO ‘EM!!” “Canteen class struggle—ooooooh he paintin’ this picture!!” “Nasty burrito, squeezy cheese azzz—sheeeeeit!!” “Ayyy, dinner lady haters, I see you!” “You praying for chaos, but we still out here eatin’!!” [rap, US midwest mild mannered man, with a sexual undertone in his voice] Angela’s an angel, graceful and light. Face like Merkel but a body like White. Make tangible contact, pass the blindfold. Lance, bury, rip and reign her, damn this rhyme cold. Who's back in the building? The rude cuda renter Root’s my access, whole world my datacenter Drive hard, state solid cos I’m sick of the spin Fast access cash, guns out payload in Network dropping the packets blacking your message mislaid Bae pull out the chassis – stick in the switchblade. Straight raid the array, tapped out then hot swap: Got my 6 inch caddy and I’m mounting the top. I got the rack running hot when she blowing her fans Race done, blow my thermal paste on those cans. NIC you, handshake when we interconnecting Consolidating my cableing my colours correct. Ram in the bored mother, thanks for the memory Holds four sticks. Separate channels? They better be. Ass in the main cos it’s frequently accessed Like my bus wide cos the bandwidth stressed [hype man shouts, crazy excited, unbelievable hype] “Gladys, are you hearing this shit?!!” "Ohhh snap Gladys can't come to the phone, she got a mouthful!" "Fuckthis I'mout" [instrumental outro]
