Lyrics Underclass Design - Rhys Langston, Jeremiah Jae

Underclass Design

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