Who’s the Goose now

When that surge of emotion

Rolling around in the commotion

The turmoil of Emma G’s mind

How does one reject that chemical

Traffic and hormonal anxieties

Sacrifice nature, turn on nature

Existing is a drain

An insidious pain

Felt I needed to disappear

For the benefits of people and posterity

Genetic malfunctions

Chronic fuck ups in chemical neurology

Genetic freaks like me

Where do u go now?

Who’s the Goose now

But the one thing I can tell you

Is no one flexes like BBK

To all those misfits out there

Like me

Let’s frolic in this life span

Like the poet Skepta

Let’s not create in certain seasons

Let’s create present myths

We’re the memorable creators

Malfunctions of culture

The abstract contortionists

Of art, beauty and tradegy

So I repeat, who’s the Goose now?

How do you become an night owl?

You might ask

Let me tell u one thing about owls

People who are being burnt from both ends

They’re the ones who need to keep moving :

The motion, emotional driven

Prolonging of the 24 hours

BANG

To break that routine of being good

Having that cuppa, powder and going back to the hood

A part of me craves depravity,, savagery

Enticing aspirational obscenity

For a different future

A different path

Of that 9-5 life animation

The opposite of that order

I gravitate to disorder

I want my own version of

Existence

Who’s the night owl?

I want to create a new genre of a community

Those who are allowed to be fiery and foxy

Let’s embrace neurodivergent

Create a new rhetoric

That can emancipate our kind of language

Who’s the fox now?

The upside down was born

Under the millennium dome

My people and I see bright lights

Blinding bright

Blinding some of the typical types

Our level of impulsive gratification

Led us to pontificate

Some silvery smooth sensations

We bring sensual

Synth, diversified sounds

Filthy beats

And a lyrical psychosis

It’s that time

For my creative flow

My ovaries are moaning

Crimson and bloody

For equality

A relentless cramp

But I take it all

Harvest that pain

Feel it bubble inside my mortal mind

Vent it out like a portal

Into some creative potion

A concoction of cataclysmic commotion

So to my fellow foxes family

The underdog psychosis comrades

Kill the Goose

Cage the night owl

Let’s be foxes roaming the night