What: Janelle Monáe's "Q.U.E.E.N." manages to be a banger, an anthem, and a cooler-than-thou hangout all at the same time. (The video for the song sits heavily in the "cooler-than-thou" realm.) And it ends with some surgically precise, slicing lyrics.
Representative lyrics:
Are we a lost generation of our people?
Add us to equations but they'll never make us equal
She who writes the movie owns the script and the sequel
So why ain't the stealing of my rights made illegal?
And that last rallying cry stanza:
Are we a lost generation of our people?
Add us to equations but they'll never make us equal
She who writes the movie owns the script and the sequel
So why ain't the stealing of my rights made illegal?
And that last rallying cry stanza:
And while you're selling dope, we're gonna keep selling hope
We rising up now, you gotta deal you gotta cope
Will you be electric sheep?
Electric ladies, will you sleep?
Or will you preach?
We rising up now, you gotta deal you gotta cope
Will you be electric sheep?
Electric ladies, will you sleep?
Or will you preach?
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