JUBA KALAMKA - Cillian Murphy - Video
PUBLISHED:  Aug 07, 2013
DESCRIPTION:
From the CD "Ooogabooga Under Fascism (sugarTruck recordings, 2012)
http://jubakalamka.bandcamp.com
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CILLIAN MURPHY
(Kalamka)
Boermann Sixgirl (BMI)


Chorus (1x):
When you trying to hurt me, I go Cillian Murphy
Grab the mask and gas your ass so you bastards don't worry me
Crazy, soldier or Kitten/Hidden Hittin its fittin'
Slippin' vagaries and blazing page is how I be spittin'

Its taken years and years of practice acts
to enact this shit exactly
Wishes turned to facts exactly
From Farad Muhammad mama
Wearing Larry Fishburne's acne
And If you track me you'll see no talking smack
Because I lack sleeves
And I believe there's too much Jesus in the room
Thieves and pussyfieinding preacher teaching doom
I'm watching Zoom and confused
At how consumed you are with rumors
About me goin' back to cali
As opposed to cross the room
So I lip up and I skip up, fam reunions bruise my psyche
Trying to guide from where the spite be
Writing nightly rhyming tightly
And I might be ah-ight, g
And I sincerely hope you're pleased
And know the sneezing of the season
Ain't the first sign of dis/ease
It's the sweats It gives to vets
I start to talk they start to walking
in the middle of my set

Chorus(2x)

Now you tripping an-anxious
Bitchy bitching bout my picture in the paper, you shameless
And it rankles, but the reason I do it
Ain't to get the thank you thank you's, intuit
For a minute roll it round in your mind
Cause there' certainly a better way to get you some shine
I can see it in the distance and your missions consistent
Of the issues that I list in this rhyme
There's too much time on your hands
'yo, start enlisting some fans, kid
your bid inside this pyramid scheme
would serve you better if you left it a dream
but thoughts get caught in your delusional state
your not to blame if you commit that shit to tape and its fake
cake spent on second takes and scraping thirds from your rent
wont make you qualified to rarify my air through your vent
and though your anger may be sanguine,
I'm dismissing your pose
Cause your chronically napoleon phonics
Wear those emperor's clothes,
Joe's a pro at the show, And so the chorus it goes

Chorus (2x)


Bridge:
Ah, how do you say...
Clever and ironic movie sample starts about here:


See the dime that I dropped
Is the reason that the screaming hasn't stopped
Its just a sign that the waxing and pulsing
In revulsion at my cult of sluts from Bumblefuck to Tulsa
ulcerating from hating aware that something is missing
kissing cousins in pictures
are where you figured the switching
would give a detail you missed between
the twist and the fistpick schtick
is my notice and onus
Its not my fault that you're salty
But still I'll give you the bonus
Of me in the meaning and time to straighten your lie
Instead of taking to shaking
It's like salami cum bacon
To reach the peace I be making, you're faking
Making the day straggle on and goes
Watching you botch your flow(s)

Chorus (2x)
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