Apparently there was a Brooklyn scene, man, and like, Lana Del Rey considered herself a part of it once, if a purported leak of a new diss track called “So Legit” that surfaced yesterday is indeed legit. Aimed comically at fellow New Yorker, Lady Gaga – knocked down with real name “Stefani” in the track – LDR makes like Cat Power and strums some pitifully bare cabaret shot with the reverb like always laid on frosting thick and wails on about the Gaga craze, some curious connection to punk rock and our favorite part, among many other bits, her frustration of Gaga’s deal with Coca Cola, because, of course, we all know LDR’s affinity for Pepsi. What do you think? Some 4-track b-side that was never to see the light of day? A crafty PR scheme? Both? Or just another pouty-lipped attempt by LDR to assure society that she matters?
You were the freak king of the piercing shop
All the girls thought they could sing, but they’re really not shit
I don’t get it
You’re looking like a man, you’re talking like a baby
How the fuck is your song in a Coke commercial, crazy?
I don’t get it
Your taste once exquisite
What happened to Brooklyn, what happened to New York?
What happened to my scene, what happened to punk rock, rock?
You called me the queen of the downtown scene, babe
How the fuck would you go switch it up and then replace me?
I don’t get it, I’m so legit
Tell me, was it ’cause I wasn’t platinum in jewels?
That perhaps you thought I was a little bit even uncool
Kid, was that it?
Stefani, you suck, I know you’re selling twenty million
Wish they could have seen you when we booed you off in Williamsburg
You’re hurt, I know my words don’t hurt, yeah
Oh, girl, I see you walking ’round in your pearls
Thinking that you’re number one
You’re so funny, ’cause honey, you’re not
What happened to Brooklyn, the last frontier?
They said you could make it anywhere if you can make it here
But where, no magic in the air
What happened to Brooklyn, what happened to our scene, baby?
Have we all gone Gaga crazy?
Remember when the streets used to be dangerous and we were born bad
And we were born bad?
Punk rock, punk rock
The boys used to punch each other in the face and girls were walking around wasted
And everyone had a good night, come back in sunlight
Punk rock, rock, rock