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Black Quantum Futurism Transgender VHS We are out here, let's go We livin in bliss Talking cockroaches utopian piss survivals with no conscious In a burning church with four girls with fresh curls Goin to see Emmett Till out his casket Beaten to death with a hatchet For whistlin at white girls Blood swells we just dyin Tell Hollywood to keep the flies flyin No use for crying They (?) dyin And everything's for sale Even your swag and your public housing Chain gangs and penitentiaries now The killings of the unjust Go crush, get your feelings rushed to holy hold up They shoutin 'Souls up' 2 for 5 who's movin out this bitch alive Ye ye ye The friar cried out Before they're all together loud And the guns and the machetes out And the white academics to write about And the Uncle Toms to hashtag and blog about Wouldn't lie about I ain't bout no business No corporate friendships This my grand bitch we dyin Why you cheerleadin on the sidelines Paper cup at the pipeline It's go time What you waitin for? For them to lynch our naked body live on Channel 4 Burn the live remains left on the dance floor? They still turnin up Cause it's a lituation Hands up, don't shoot That your occupation Kill black girl kill That's my dissertation And if you can't drop a bomb On they plantation Just get em hey This one for my newborn son Cherrie and Mary and James Baldwin Dedicated to all my black and brown boys You heard me?