Underclass Design - Rhys Langston, Jeremiah Jae

Motherfuck me

Horsefucker eat glue

True

I gradiate in six light hues

Vindaloo cubes

Respectability pant sag paneer

Perusing nude tubes

You socially infuse

With human capital

Charts

My startup is muscle

A smarmy tussle

Jostled out of memory foam

Rustled in the morning

Stuck and poke

Whereas prisoner aesthetics

Are dilemmas for neoliberal jokes

(hold up)

Swing porches to a branch

Emulsified

Yo, thick in pulp

Pulmonary tar for social entry

The club smokes

Say y’all are driftwood

Abstract masses with

Preference for your cous cous

And your vape flavors

(shit)

I said push my temple one more time

Rank and file

Archive my underclass design

I said push my temple one more time

Rank and file

Archive my underclass design

I said

Yo catalog my cattle prod

I’m analog with crackles

In my top end

Mid-side processed and

Passed out on a park bench

Recording half dreams to the ones

Whose strata has no end

As if classism were mutually exclusive

And saddled shins;

Equestrian when the best of ‘em

Equal gigabytes and sum

Per rule of opposable

Domain specied

Yeah that one

Motherfuck these boys

Send in the decoy

I’m glowin' like Leroy

Squad got that heat, boy

My name on the seat, boy

Read it and weep

Been sweepin' ‘em

I need the rings so i can make it complete

Back to school

Act a fool

How he move

Bend the rules

Been in snooze now I’m loose

Broke thru see they fooled you

Got you thinking its FUBU

New school with the voodoo, on the brew

Taking scoops of the root

Higher views no youtube

Open heads, still I want the dead prez

Hate the game, still I want the play, n the cred

Guess it’s just by design, underclass make em overstand