[Intro]
For Oedipus to be occupied, it is not enough that it be a limit or a displaced represented in the system of representation
It must migrate to the heart of this system and itself come to occupy the position of the representative of desire
These conditions, inseparable from the paralogisms of the unconscious, are realized in the capitalist formation
(Look)
[Chorus]
How you ballin'? What's your timin'?
Your God is dead and my young nigga wiped him
Yeah, my jouissancе a rave or a rifle
And my mama ban guns out of spite
Off K. Dot, now I feel alright, huh
I didn't choosе this life, huh
Images ideal enough to trick my eyesight
[Verse 1]
He was wearin' Marni head to toe
Got his foot up in the door with the grin of a god and the skin of a ghost
Transparent with all the right individuals
If I tell you 'bout, "uh", would you let me stay over?
Adonis' off the addy, how could you say no?
He hit that powder and up that score
You skip, you pounce, you pull them close
And chastity is champion when you cradle 'em
Bought you Baby Phat, now you babysit
[Interlude]
Furthermore, they imply certain archaisms borrowed from the imperial barbarian formations—in particular, the position of the transcendent object
The capitalist style has been described by D.H. Lawrence:
"Our democratic, industrial order of things whose style is 'my-dear-little-lamb-I-want-to-see-mommy'"
[Chorus]
How you ballin'? What's your timin'?
Your God is dead and my young nigga wiped him
Yeah, my jouissance a rave or a rifle
And my mama ban guns out of spite
Off K. Dot, now I feel alright, huh
I didn't choose this life, huh
Images ideal enough to trick my eyesight
[Bridge]
She was pure like snow, so you know how it go
My Madonna did me dirty, so I ain't tryna grow
Okay, okay
She was pure like snow, so you know how it go
My Madonna did me dirty, so I ain't tryna grow
Okay, okay
[Verse 2]
You remind me of a fantasy, my love
Straight from a magazine, my love
Life is arborescent, must confess, it's hard to see, my love
I ran them drills to be that thug, and images that you put up
I figured if I slid like cuz, then there'd be truths within my raps
I tolerated identities that never rendered too unattached
I run away to tabernacles where deities make time rattle
[Outro]
It is clear what psychoanalysis expects to gain from claiming a link
Where Oedipus would be the object of repression, and even it's subject during the intermediary of the super-ego
From this, it expects a cultural justification for psychic repression, but justification that makes psychic repression move into the foreground, and no longer considers the problem of social repression as anything more than secondary from the point of view of the unconscious
That is why critics have been able to observe a conservative or reactionary turning point in Freud
From the moment that he gave an autonomous value to psychic repression as a condition of a culture acting against the incestuous tribes
