Under the Skin works visually and sonically, rather than psychologically or dramatically — and you have to surrender to its dreamy pace. But it is worth it, a cinematic experience to rival any created by Kubrick or Lynch. “Alienation” is a facile trope but Under the Skin makes it new: what’s ultimately remarkable in this film is not the way the alien looks to us but the way we look to her, so other, so alien ourselves.
Take yourself a picture when I'm standing at the mound and I swear it's going down, I'm just repping for my town.
Off a cup of CJ Gibson, man I'm faded off the Brown and I'm easily influenced by the ****** I'm around.
See that Aston Martin, when I start it, hear the sound.
I ain't never graduated, I ain't got no cap and gown.
But the girls in my class who were smart enough to pass be at all my ****in parties grabbin money off the ground.
Yeah, all hail Mr. Lyrical, spades of the opus baby, what you got a feeling for?
I could show you new things, have you feeling spiritual.
Pastor Kerney Thomas to these hoes...Miwacles.
Yeah ok, they say that I'm the one, in fact, some say I'm their favorite but I ain't hearing none of that.
I'm about my team hoe, Young Money running back, Cash Money superstar.
Where the **** is stunna at?
Damn.
I'm gonna keep on, I'mma do my own thing
we all got a song that we're meant to sing
& no matter what people say, or might think
I ain't going no place, no I'm here to stay
gonna keep on doing my thing
