CURTA - LONG FORM SUGGESTION BOX ENTRY lyrics

Indy rap is nothing but some player hate and innovate I've seen candidates campaign and this is not a real debate me I wrote that couplet now I think I've got my song on but approaching the middle section realizing I'm probably dead wrong cause ABCD rhyme schemes won't save me from digital kid librarians un-fixated from history they sing oooo wee look at me I'm in an information sea but inhabit the confines of a tainted duality where nothings more free than some zeroes in your salary so if you make art do it just to burn a calorie with all the glib glitz of some fake digitized tits now you can pretend that you don't give a sh** hey your concepts are dated hey your concepts are ill fated you can't move fast saw slow cause your tongue is serrated so this is for the moment that your sound became a**imilated act indifferent or play like you're titillated write a conscious rap just to rest your little head CURTA so future thinking that we're already dead but all I see is red yeah all I need is red f** all I want is red it's where I'll dip this pen but could I still be iconoclastic from this side of the gla** if I wrote plastic raps on napkin backs don't ask me that realities a scent from the a**hole of an actor haunting the air inside of a theater coffee shop bathroom outside bright stage lights my art is like a baboon pretty through the gla** but no chair reserved in the orchestra and I'm not the type of writer to say that I've told ya it's a good thing I'm impervious to this hatred of rap nerd sh** lick my literary nut sack and dick see styles just conceived way to perform a contrite art form reappropriated from the poor and I know you're not supposed to see the lights on the p**no set but my raps are a wide angle shot of a movie studio back lot and that's a good reason why I'll probably never pop off check it out some rappers want to make rap goth other rappers want to get s**ed off I just want to trace the path of the moth into the light cause we came out tonight just to see the flies peppered in disguise against a backdrop of fake skies unevenly distributed like a Gibsonian future can you compute this