Days like this I want to drive away
Pack my bags and watch your shadow fade
You chewed me up, you spit me out
Like I was poison in your mouth
You took my light, you drained me down
That was then and this is now
This is that part of me
That you're never gonna
Ever take away from me no
This is that part of me
That you're never gonna
Ever take away from me no
Throw your sticks and your stones
Throw your bombs and your blows
But you're not gonna break my soul
This is that part of me
That you're never gonna
Ever take away from me no
I just wanna throw my phone away
Find out who is really there for me
You ripped me off, your love was cheap
Always tearing at the seams
I fell deep, you let me drown
That was then and this is now, now look at me
This is that part of me
That you're never gonna
Ever take away from me no
This is that part of me
That you're never gonna
Ever take away from me no
Throw your sticks and your stones
Throw your bombs and your blows
But you're not gonna break my soul
This is that part of me
That you're never gonna
Ever take away from me no
Now look at me I'm sparkling
A firework, a dancing flame
You won't ever pull me out again I'm glowing, no
You can keep the diamond ring
It don't mean nothing anyway
In fact you can keep everything, yeah, yeah, except for me
This is that part of me
That you're never gonna
Ever take away from me no
This is that part of me
That you're never gonna
Ever take away from me no
Throw your sticks and your stones
Throw your bombs and your blows
But you're not gonna break my soul
This is that part of me
That you're never gonna
Ever take away from me no
Throw your sticks and your stones
Throw your bombs and your blows
But you're not gonna break my soul
This is that part of me
That you're never gonna
Would you take my hand tonight I need a place to hide
If I crept inside your room would you say
That it's you that I want that I'd die for
That it's you that I need that I'll wait for
Hoping a tidal wave will come and sweep us all away
And strand me
Nothing about this place would keep us down
And tidal waves will surround you
And tidal waves will surround you
If I begged you one last time would you cover me
And if I told you all my lies would you say
That it's you that I want that I'd die for
That it's you that I need that I'll wait for
Hoping a tidal wave will come and sweep us all away
And strand me
Nothing about this place would keep us down
And tidal waves will surround you
And tidal waves will surround you
Are you waiting for the sight of smoke the sight of fire
Are you waiting for me
Hoping a tidal wave will come and sweep us all away
And strand me
Nothing about this place would keep us down
And tidal waves will surround you
Your lights dimmed my breath away
I took my bow and left the stage
But you kept on wanting more
But I just couldn't stay
Tight rope walking fire breathing
I'm losing sight of you again tonight
I'm sleep walking trapeze falling
I'm losing sight of you again tonight
Your tongue ripped my voice away
And I bled out all on the stage
And you kept on taking more
And I just couldn't stay
Tight rope walking fire breathing
I'm losing sight of you again tonight
I'm sleep walking trapeze falling
I'm losing sight of you again tonight
Now that you're gone I can breath again
I won't back down this time
Tight rope walking fire breathing
I'm losing sight of you again tonight
I'm sleep walking trapeze falling
Did you call me baby
Did you say I was yours
Where's that ring that you gave me
Where's that home that was ours
But now that you're gone I'm better alone
And i'll find my way
I've been down too long and the sirens are gone
Can I call it a day
And lay my head and fall to sleep
The only sound is the rustle of the sheets
Did you say that you loved me
Did you hear me say it too
Did you hear my cry for mercy
Did you see me look just like a fool
But now that you're gone I'm better alone
And i'll find my way
I've been down too long and the sirens are gone
Can I call it a day
And lay my head and fall to sleep
All is undone
On to another
Holding the same face for months
Rip you off and sew me up
The wounds will heal in time
going down the east side everybody stops
we own the streets you and I
we're on our way to the top
I am on fire
you're right next to me
when we are dancing
we own the floor we own the beat
I wanna see your body talk
I wanna feel the dance floor rock
I wanna be the sweat dripping
wanna be the one you're hustling
I'm gonna be your ecstasy
I'm gonna take you home with me
I'm gonna make you feel the beat
and make you cry out
going down the west side finding trouble again
you touched me in the day light
making beats with your hands
I am on fire
you're right next to me
when we are dancing
we own the floor we own the beat
I wanna see your body talk
I wanna feel the dance floor rock
I wanna be the sweat dripping
wanna be the one you're hustling
I'm gonna be your ecstasy
I'm gonna take you home with me
I'm gonna make you feel the beat
lately I've been looking for you
cross my fingers that you'll stay awake for me
hold my breath I'm falling
underneath I'm dying
and you're closing in on me
I wanna take you I wanna break you
falling down this black hole road again
there's no way out
I'm naked shaking blood is pounding
you tear me down
you're all I wanted
all I wanted
all I wanted
all I wanted
lately I've been running circles
hoping that you'll see me crying out for you
wait for me I'm crawling
on my knees I'm begging
that you'll stay awake for me
I wanna take you I wanna break you
falling down this black hole road again
there's no way out
I'm naked shaking blood is pounding
you tear me down
you're all I wanted
all I wanted
all I wanted
all I wanted
I'll close my eyes I'll wait for you
I know you'll hear me crying out
I'll close my eyes I'll wait for you
I know you'll hear me crying out
falling down this black hole road again
there's no way out
I'm naked shaking blood is pounding
you tear me down
you're all I wanted
all I wanted
all I wanted
every day every moment I'm a ghost
every day every moment I'm a ghost
the world is on fire up in flames
and buildings are burning where children play
don't ask me a question I won't tell you all my lies
you want me to fool you while you look me in the eyes
every day I'm fading more into a ghost
barricades are closing off where I can go
closing in and pushing me far away
every day and every moment I'm a ghost
praying to alters praying for faith
a man with a gun has lost his way
there's ash in the air and it's cold outside
and I've lost all my places to hide
every day I'm fading more into a ghost
barricades are closing off where I can go
closing in and pushing me far away
every day and every moment I'm a ghost
every day I'm fading more into a ghost
barricades are closing off where I can go
closing in and pushing me far away
it didn't take you long to find someone new
and it didn't take me long to walk away
while I was standing in the wings I saw everything
that you did up on that stage
while you were telling me all these lies
you thought that I was blind
but baby I could see right through you
coming home at all hours of the night
trying to tell me that red was blue and you thought I'd believe you
that red was blue and that I'd believe you
when the curtain fell your beast came out
no one saw it all but me
and to this day you're still fooling everyone
everyone but me
while you were telling me all these lies
you thought that I was blind
but baby I could see right through you
coming home at all hours of the night
trying to tell me that red was blue and you thought I'd believe you
that red was blue and that I'd believe you
and don't wait for my hands
they're hands you will never touch again
and when darkness surrounds you
I won't be the light that sees you through
while you were telling me all these lies
you thought that I was blind
but baby I could see right through you
coming home at all hours of the night
trying to tell me that red was blue and you thought I'd believe you
that red was blue and that I'd believe you
The league of extraordinary nobodies was filmed in front of a live studio audience
I just counted in my head how many people in this room I'm talking to that I would never get a time. And here we are all being vain and looking at ourselves in mirrors very closely nodding straight up in a line, and all the funny little stories that are told are being fueled by what amounts to nothing more than minor crime
But I'm a whore
And I'm exploring
Territory
Where the party and the pussy both are numbered at a dime,
I've been thinking that this frozen-globe chosen
Is a candidate to lead me to a very 'xciting end
Another room up in the tombs of ugly substance
Where the gravediggers are shoveling that dirt up in your head
The very fact is I am sitting here with zombies
Talking endlessly but couldn't tell you one thing that was said
I get surrounded by the friendliest of strangers
Who would sooner kill themselves than give a fuck if I were dead
I just realized that the tragedy of this is that her hand is on my leg
And she so clearly wants to fuck
And though I'm wide and I would certainly oblige
I can't continue getting high and then confusing it for lust
I'm not an angel but the baggie we unfolded
And just split to give a lick is dripping at me colored rust
And you seem pissed but I still hate you for the moment
Because I'm too smart to be open this is artificial trust
I've been noticing the fact that nothing glorious can happen anymore we run the gamut of our filth, but here I am again pretending spontaneity
Exist with any insults
I'm too disturbed that everything you did tonight
Is something else you did already and its meaning is still new
And all the people in your presence are just weapons
It's as simple as the theory that the dieing love to go!
Everybody everybody everybody
Everybody everybody everybody
Here is so alive
.
Its alive (echo)
What a night
What a night
What a night
You would tell me if I was crazy right
I've been wondering how arrogant it is
For me to keep doing the things that
killed so many that we know
and I've been noticing how quickly motherfuckers
have the answers to existance just as soon as someone goes
we changed the channel for a week or so of cleansing
and perfecting at ourselves
but then its back to that old show
I hear the cackles of the crowd
They're laughing at us
Scorpio. oliolioli-ohhh
Man, I just wanted to say that [clears throat]
Scorpio. olioliolio-ohhh
Hella fresh, welcome home, this is home plate stage
Murder breath, one eye, solo step, bring it
El-product, in the duct, snuggle in, tight fight
This is, what, something to define me baby
Runnin man, run quick, scissor sticks, spray out
Look into semantics man look into them closely
Most host parasite eve of the title fight
Someone took a dive tonight Follow where the money goes
Sick as this, money makes love, thug, cardiac
Money black heart thump make me punch faces
Pervert kings stood behind the curtain for the blade stick
So much in a blood bath numbers dullard thought
I control no one Radio controls debt
Major Tom up creek Callin ground control
A bitch is slave whore port control weak weaponry
Fix the grave floor board above dead enemies
Leaflet family branches get mad at lung compartments
Sorry to leave this past my direction had been ignored
Oxy phones with ceaseless animatronics pager buttons rusted in
the on position triggered metal detectors at the door
This is for the single maternal figures beaten to the floor
And crawled back for the children and stood up for more
And watched those same kids as adults
got bullshit vinyl kites callin women whores
Joust with junkies flounce boots with Velcro flunkies
How cute, how to shoot more records
Off the record, I took the needle off your record
You spit that feeble plea tell shit that you're hungry
I replied that I didn't find it funky
Enough mechanisms tackle bigger hungers
Without vents on Billy Crystal some moments
I'm open for that exorcism strictly by the prime numbers
To redesign your Small Wonder
Pisces one Scorpio alert of destruct
Constellation funk (constellation funk)
The same light over your head just passed
Alert of destruct (alert of destruct)
Yeah
Your revolution is young with a strange fragrance
Vacuum sealed piety working for corporations
Life is complicated I know activists
That poor their heart out to an audience
That's completely fucking complacent
God forbid we're catch back stage being human
Public image limited to the purity of your movement
That was quite confusin
I know white rappers who claim they're more artistic
and advanced than the inner city tune is
Now you're fucked up and can't move units
Cause you know nothing in a culture that created hip-hop music
Stuck in an authenticity contest with a bunch
of cats that grew up in the exact same way that you did (Now where do you fit?)
I'm talkin centipede that shit that slides on its dirty ab pack
dirty def fretless bass pipe don't believe the hype
Don't act fugazi, don't tell me the rules
I'm the ruler and I'm motherfucking crazy
+??? + essential cannibal reduce a man to his
Touch down like diagonal afterburners
Collectin a loveless infant
And you wonder why such attacto radical rounding animal
Sounding selection's competitive with your mission
We steep with veteran sense in our refinement
We see the beauty in chaos and misdirection
We love a brutal and passionate human lusting
We pet our women with tongues in our anal crevice
See I'm a man for what it's worth, an idea, love it
My family grew up without manhood in its structure
And we were stronger for that fact I do believe so
We held our own against some fuckin evil people
And now I'm grown and I still can't protect my sister
But I know she has her mother's strength within her
And maybe I can tap that strength and burn with greatness
EXPOSE THESE ALCOHOLIC STEPFATHERS AND RAPISTS!
The doors close, you lose in my eyes world live
I suppose you can melt now scorpio
Melt away scorpio
Down your hole, down your hole... down your hole.
Pisces one scorpio alert of destruct
Constellation funk (constellation funk)
The same light over your head just passed
Alert of destruct (alert of destruct)
Pisces one scorpio alert of destruct
Constellation funk (constellation funk)
The same light over your head just passed
Alert of destruct (alert of destruct)
Scorpio scor. pi... o
[scratches]
I swear to God and all that is holy I will STRIKE YOU DOWN!
* I don't claim these lyrics are very accurate - it's very hard to transcribe
Don't make politics out of what I say
It's just a something that you hear
It used to be what kept us goin
Culminated case city limits to murky acreage
Johnny Carter infected commands all for some basic nit
Advanced style's slit deep into the custom mods
New York state of emergency: perilous politics and lies
Cling to the toon world, barren to the amateur
Cater to the linoleum motion and text damagers
I burn backlands back from playin path war
Mushrooms in the blood well they're mega-pluggin some bad thought
I've come across laws fillin stop, mind blinded
Might wake up naked at the fuck factory
Where the crabs are
(woop! woop!)
Eyes up, blue people,
tiptoe in your area
Quick with a long arm (that) wasn't designed to carry ya
More like the child act, Kool-Aid, schoolyard
3 o'clock my life bruises for which their jail loses
For nights you get import brass spillage
Black lung exhaust drunk thug love in a village
Not to get left is dust and bad x
Little girl trapped in a cage copying suicide threat
For us, actin our age means talkin like sex
And the weatherman's too drugged out to tell you when the sun sets
Label rock that man sold out with street props
For grabbin together old freestyles and radio drops
But when they pick up the album when a dead man walk
In fact A&Rs; love it when the artist can't talk
People like us may confuse drugs crew
And revel in the static electric pain of paid dues
Who breath some pro blood and unrelated
I hover above the scrap trying to analyze and debate shit
But face the actual matter, your talk supported
Lay in the crease like evil in Steven Segal's forehead
This Sunday with my lazerface ways
Will stab a germ right in the heart of his motherfucking malaise like
Lazerface
lazerface lazerface lazerface lazerface lazerface nights
Lazerface lazerface lazerface lazerface lazerface lazerface feelin all right
Lazerface lazerface lazerface lazerface lazerface lazerface lazerface days
Lazerface lazerface lazerface lazerface lazerface lazerface New York
I got a born again lust for the neon funk
Bright lights burning my mind tonight
I got a fly ass crew with a taste for fame
Bright lights burning my mind tonight
I got a wizard on the break mutilate the cut
Bright lights burning my mind tonight
I got a hundred thousand kids who respect the game
Bright lights! Bright lights! ah!
You're joining Spring Break, live from Beta Kappa Alpha...
I wanna hear El-P, he's really the best! YEAH!)
See I. I've come to realize me and you girl
We been holdin onto this thing too tight see
Those blinking lights that we been staring at
I think they might be broken
I think we been waiting for something that isn't gonna come
And if that's the case... I'd rather cut my losses right now
Guess I'm afraid, afraid that if we don't stop
I think these lasers in my head might just spill out and fuckin melt something
And when there's nothing left but smoldering rubble and glass
When everything is silent like a hovercraft filled with dead actors in zip lock bags
When nothing left but a faint echo of our own beautiful broken legs
Well All I can say is that I tried to warn you.
I tried to warn you.
Picture a virus of frat-o-matic with sponsors
Little girl better flash nipples or the cameras might wander
This is your shot, close-up moment (slash) facial splat
Thanks a lot, be safe, be young, be sex
Be at Woodstock, kumbaya, be wet, belong, be raped
Be quiet bitch, oh my god controversy, MTV's concerned now
Big debate, ratings drop, thanks a lot
Back to spring break baby ratings hit top!
Yo, it's your... centerfold dream
These lights can unfold to show you such a beautiful thing
Such a beautiful thing, such a beautiful thing
These lights can unfold to show you such a beautiful thing
[1:] C'mere man, stop playin around yo
[2:] Sup?
[1:] How many cans you got?
[2:] Shoot I got ten at least
[2:] I got six in the bag and four in my jacket
[1:] Okay okay you got your uhh, fat caps?
[2:] Yeah I got 'em
[1:] You got your pages?
[2:] Got 'em
[1:] You got the flat black and white?
[2:] Got it, got it, got it, got it... [echoes]
There's a difference between graf writers
Don't think we're all the same
Some catch tags for name (born undisputed king)
(fifty across your face swish swish)
Some for the art
And some just for mass destruction
(Look I say we go to war with the Bammer Squad man)
(We sets it off TONIGHT~!)
(We gonna do state buildings, federal buildings, and government buildings)
(Motherfuckin Gracie Mansion man)
Yo hittin up tags up police cars B!
(Now's the time to do, what we've talkin about doin for years...)
[music until 1: 52]
It stinks in here man!
(Ay man, keeps me goin through the night)
OHHHH~! He burned the fuckin oven man
Fuckin motherfuckers, you fuckin cocksuckers
(Who the fuck, HEY! Fuck me)
You say something? (Suck my dick)
Who did that? You see somebody? You, huh?
Fuckin bombed the oven
Hello (hey whassup man)
Yo whattup whattup kid (yo you wanna go bombin tonight?)
Hell yeah, that is, if you can fit it into your busy-ass schedule
(Nah man, it ain't like that, I just met this really fly girl last night)
Nah B, yo check this out B, it's about to get real serious
That faggot-ass nigga Knife has been dissin my pieces (Knife)
No doubt (Aww shit, that kid from All City Kings?)
Yo that kid man I'm a find him and beat that ass
I'm tryin to tell you man, I'm tired of this B
Goin to all that hard work
Look we already declared war on the Bammer Squad
Now it's time to rock the rest of the city - are you down or what?
(I'm down)
Aiyyo we the illest crew in the world right now
Aiyyo we the illest crew in the world right now
Aiyyo we the illest crew in the world right now
Aiyyo we the illest crew in the world right now
Aiyyo we the illest crew in the world right now
Aiyyo we the illest crew in the world right now, we Telemundo kid!
[music until 4: 54]
Even when I'm 80 years old
I'm a still be catchin tags on the walls in the old folks home
(Now check this out man, graffiti is like, that's my thing)
(That's what I do, not a day goes by that I don't get at least)
(feat. Vast Aire)
[Vast Aire]
What the deal Nasa? Touching yourself
Uh, 1-2, what
Def Jukies, stabbing bitches in the nookie like, what
Don't make me bite ya face (come on)
'Cuz it ain't like I like the taste
It's more of a psychological thing
My heart pace'll never change
But your cabbage'll get rearranged
Don't make me bite ya face (your face)
'Cuz it ain't like I like the taste (the taste)
It's more of a psychological thing
My heart pace'll never change
But your cabbage'll get rearranged
And I don't even pack no gat
I'd rather run up on you and your crew with a Great Adventure bat
(oh my God)
And when the deed's done it goes up the sleeve
And when the one time comes I'll be in the breeze
You may be different, but you a poetic front
The difference between us is that we say what we want (suckers)
Especially after we light the blunt
Some of us like to pull cards, I pull stunts
I broke up with my ex on some bachelor shit (why?)
Now I'm killin two birds with the same dick
And isn't it ironic? Don't ya think?
The same cat that left the mic smokin, left the man of steel's
back broken
Chillin with Lois Lane, and she's open
Cause I could suck a cookie out a pussy when it's soaking
[El-P]
Chick bit my head off, but the ass was magic
Should've seen the tattoo on her back of a praying mantis
Clutched my chest like Fred Sanford
And splashed her crack on some man shit
Now baby girl's amped, trying to walk on both hands backwards
Moaning fantastic damage with her grill sunk in the mattress
(that's my language)
Rode at insane angles, all tangled up and damaged
Star spangled mangler fuckbot add a money shot
Hit her in the shitter i'm in it with, K-Y liquid and
Double kitchen gloves, love's lovin it
Comfortable naked and takes it like a patriot
I'm wearin a dookie rope and some oven mitts!
Suck clits like Vast Aire Vs. mother reminder
And that's my b-boy alpha numeric vagina diner amalgam
Chick screamed so loud I could hear it on my last album!
(on info kill)
And smell her in the shower
While we fucked to Chill Rob G's version of 'I've got the Power'
It's getting kinda hectic
The house pets seem alert and confused,
And the neighbors leaving messages
Get on your stomach and I'll plug you in all your entrances
And one exit
Whispering quotes from The Tempest
Dr. Hell No, (oh yes I did)
With a surgical scrub on a baby arm inserted from fist to elbow
I drank her bath water in a shot glass
Then ran my tongue up the crack of her ass
Til our future children hatched
The mushrooms had me seeing some sort of deep organic math
On some primal altered state sex, I felt connected to the past
Collapse, nasty, wet, wept into her neck
Suckling on her swollen nipples
Then I drifted into R.E.M.
Where I dreamt of little bouncing cherubs
With clit rings and sexy woodnips
And crotchless liederhosen begging to get bent
[Vast Aire]
Don't make me bite ya face
'Cuz it ain't like I like the taste
It's more of a psychological thing
My heart pace'll never change
But your cabbage'll get rearranged
Don't make me bite ya face (your face)
'Cuz it ain't like I like the taste (the taste)
It's more of a psychological thing
My heart pace'll never change (suckerrrrrrs)
But your cabbage'll get rearranged
I usually, bust raps for fun
And if six was nine, I'd probably bust a machine gun (he's got a gun!)
Niggas hate me
Cause I scribbled the Cold Vein, ice grilled Medusa and I'm stone free
Well actually I was purple hazed, chew on the lasers
Froze in a Hendrix maze
Look at these sloppy cats
With they copied raps
Our shit is too hard to study
Ox is brilliant, our ying is colorful, but our yang is muddy
And if you ever thought you had one up on me, that had to be a projection
from R2D2
Cause I am not see through
I'm more like, you cross the line and I'll see you
In intensive...
You think I care if your titties are sensitive?
Niggas beware!
Don't make me bite ya face (face)
'Cuz it ain't like I like the taste (the taste)
It's more of a psychological thing
My heart pace'll never change
But your cabbage'll get rearranged
Rearranged, ranged, ranged ranged
Rearranged, ranged ranged ranged
Motherfuckers look strange
Yeah. Cannibal O, will, handle you slow
What, Def Jux
[El-P]
Once again
File that in your "This must be underground!" Category
[El-P and Cage together]
shananananana
shananananana
shananananana
shananananana
shananananana
[El-P]
I met her last week, this insane tart
we been swimmin in eachother with the same heart
I mean I think we might be sections of the same part
And we don't seperate at all until the day's dark
And then she floats away
After zonin with me close all day
I don't believe some of the things we say
Using whispers speaking in the simplest of ways
Thinkin in a similar way
I mean, basicly strangers but we livin the day
Together in a serious way
Gettin blazed and escapin a sick play
So high that our faces erase
We go together through the spaces I trace
Man she looked me dead in my grill
With a hand out strapped for one pill
And I prescribed her fill
And we made love to the thought that life's ill
And how it's crazy that through all of this swill
How you can bump into the beautiful while jumpin from sills
[Cage]
[phone ringing]
Somebody pick up the phone!
[ringing]
[ringing]
Somebody pick up the phone!
[ringing]
[sigh]
[ringing]
(Hello?) {Yo, what's up man?}
(Sleeping, what's crackin?)
{I wake you up?} (No I'm awake dawg what happen?)
{Still wont pick her phone up man} (The phone is probably dead)
{I'm saying she's probably buggin out} (C'mon I'm going back to bed)
{Why you frontin on me?} (Because you're startin to bug
And by the time I come to get you she'll be back from the club)
{I'm sayin.} (She still smoke?) {Yeah.} (Then they probably eatin
I think you're paranoid dawg, picture Molly cheatin
Y'all got a kid together man y'all live together
And man if she party too much, you don't raise a fist, you let her
You better! C'mon she running with her homegirls
And you knew when you met her she was stunnin in her own world
You think them oxies got her?) {Shit is so real
and in the past month a new number dominate her phone bill}
(Say word?) [I'm bleeding, I'm heated, and I found the key to her hunger
And I'm about to clap this mothaf.] (Aight dawg, gimme the number.)
[celly ringing]
[El-P in conversation]
Heyo, man it's me crip we just been lit in the crib boning and shit.
[celly ringing]
Hey Hold up? yo hold up hold up.
[Answers phone]
[El-P:] Holla.
[Cage:] Yo man what's up? Trying to hookup dawg
[El-P:] Yeah, who's this?
[Cage:] Yo I'm a friend of Molly's man, said you could hook me up
[El-P:] Yo Molly.
[Cage:] Whassup?
[El-P:] Yo I'm up. I'm at Mac's Fish right now
I'm gonna be here for twenty minutes I'll.
[Cage:] You, you can hook me up?
[El-P:] Yeah I can hook you up
[Cage:] Stan right?
[El-P:] Yeah Stan street swing through
[El-P]
You Molly's Boy?
[Cage]
.Yeah
[El-P]
.I got those, let's take a walk
Yeah Molly's wild right? Me and Molly kinda talk
I met her last month
[Cage]
.Yeah, That's great
Just Hand over the pills dawg you lookin at hate
face to face. If you observe my ways you see I ain't come to pay
[El-P]
Yo hold up man look around you I ain't gettin robbed today
These are all my folk and all of them got ways too
What's with the thug approach? You got something to say?
[Cage]
.Yeah, I do
See I ain't come to vic you or stick you
but that little bird you stuck on
[El-P]
.What Molly?
[Cage]
.That's the real issue
You know she got a man?
[El-P]
Hold up, I don't understand
Me and Molly, we got a thing, we made a lot of plans
Matter of fact, that girl loves me
[Cage]
No man, she's strung out
and her son's home asleep and his daddy's pulling his gun out
[El-P]
Wait, What you saying? You don't know me. Don't push your luck
I treat this chick like wifey, molly really likes me
[Cage]
Look, I don't care about your bleeding heart or who you love
if you eat or starve, she's still sucking you for the drugs
You're just a pawn, I've known her since we were babies
[El-P]
(feat. Cage, CamuTao)
[El-P: official]
Yo, I touch with rusted clutch, then spun out of the dust
and careen into the temples of automated destruct
nanotech bugs in the blood get unplugged
fishing for the fly shit hybrid
I run among the mudskipper swarms through warnings and good morning Beiruits
Little Billy Blunderbuss looking for more recruits
city life is practice casket truancy
that's the rule of you and me, brash unmasked lunacy
friends used to laugh fast, grasped little truth from me
now they check their bags with a staff claspin' Uzis
who deserves the wrath without warning
the same sky for the martyr with a spork scorch New York forfeits
run among the poppy fields order some more clips
store trips are weird but the fear is forceless
Bloomey bought the city of Lego and shitty metal hull
jitters to the floor boards burnt almost aborted
flight of the accidental tourist, morbid
the advertising gods so oddly courtship
godly corporate squads plot these tortures
holiness is hard and it's costing god fortunes
(guess he took a second job on the force to afford it)
I don't want a part of these self fulfilled prophecies
man it's too much for my stubbornness, I hate the people runnin' shit
now if you sleep at ground o below, wishing you peaceful sleep
where horror on the surface emerges less frequently,
metal bars of ancient Rome dissolved from the scenery (now what the fuck)
I'll take a hostage and walk through the mosh pit
pristine untouched, NB703's untouched
trust is a commodity crushed by Pol Pottery
your cookie cutter laws contain flaws in philosophy
tumbling down a flight of Escher bach steps delight
cause the man who raped my sister wont sleep right tonight
now I suppose the pretty horses in fours could love more
but I'm exhausted by the scope of this dark god on opiates
breakfast for dystopian ruthless hope movements
seasonal and festive the butchery's lookin good
and now writers block is a prison camp where free press regress
now you can hypnotize the herd
I'm alive with fly visions that attack like Alfred Hitchcock raising rabid carrier pigeons
true the only form of com not tapped is trapped strong
in the cranium of future rebel infants whistling the song
I know you're listening, get down with this bitch, whistle along.
[Cage]
It's like the Bilderburgs came to dinner with filthy birds
they pussy all infected I'm lookin for milky words
they pulled my third eye out then they let it dry out
had to pour my belief in Chrst to find out
what I look like with no skin
who mandated while the back of my paper is still luminated
even your no flipped egyptian Euro
got my website shut down by the Bureau
Can't kick it with the dead until my life stop
but Bush got a ouija to talk to Adam Weishaupt
I breath artist time fans the artist
put a couple G's together before harvest light
I'll take all this
the hell I'm doin?
Dippin this whole fuckin' pound in enbalmin fluids
you think I rhyme to do it? if it's (? on point?)) shot is
If you can't help but sleep peel off your eyelids.
[CamuTao]
It's the year 2010, you can say what you want
But I bet if you light this blunt, dummy, the feds'll come runnin'
Lock you up, lock you out, you ain't tryin' to listen
Cameras in your food, dude, look they're trying to listen
Lock you up, lock you out, we got bugs in the house
We're being monitored, they know we got thugs in the house
Don't light your blunt, bitch, they'll hit you with a switch
Hit you with a beam, hit you in the brain, make you go totally insane
Wild out, guns in the spot, flippin' on you niggas
They take you out, then the Feds push guns on the roof
They take 'em out, melt you out 'cause you know too much
After that you know your ho's get touched
Look, Then the meaning starts
Download your chip to a memory card
I took this photograph soaking wet
After an 8-ball's cataract broke a jazz face threat
The same touch to the chest of a young musician
He wrote his own eulogy with cocaine hands
Heroin arms, Novocain undies
Long since dropped in the room for dead (animals)
Off of the dome, shit I'm off of the phone
Off of the couch, off track
I've been OTB with a stub and a heart murmur
A flask and a fanny pack
A bastard on any track
(C'mon) Daddy needs a new Megatron
Cause the die cast was metal and blasted his left arm
You should've viewed how it affected John
He's an erected brother, choose to burst loose from the black panther
Cannonballing from mattresses into puny little fragments
Gleaming white under the black light
Well that's a random journal entry from scissor-hand nostalgia
Powers down to transfers
To somewhat like the methodology of bare-knuckle compassion
A train wreck waiting to happen
Spelled out in refrigerator magnets
G-R-O-W-N-A-S-S-M-A-N, Duckin' his own death threats
We stay fresh (What?)
You microscopic Sally Struthers with a lobster bib, munchin' on white platelets
Epiphanies lead battle soprano
Come back to dead friends, the hardest way to get sent
You motherfuckers don't have grit, you're all teenage poetry, martyrs without causes
Move onwards to the pin with this (test)
Motherfucker, did I sound abstract?
I hope it sounded more confusing than that
My priority was found under the arm of an economy-sized mousetrap
I dedicate this to Matt Doo (thank you)
My name is El-P, I produce and I rap too
You're not promised tomorrow
You're not promised tomorrow
You're not promised tomorrow
You're not promised tomorrow
You're not promised tomorrow
You're not promised tomorrow
You're not promised tomorrow
You're not promised tomorrow
Yo, yo
A bottle [rocket], conflicted, I'll throw you a flaming [wingnick]
Looking for a hero's stars, Looking for heart in the halls
I swear, that lust monkey sweat soaks my balls
And this is one step from a junkie living, breakin in doors
[My face low], for thermonucleus games
Spill rain the open drain, who the fuck is down to steal me some pain
I'm feeling ancient with this shit, on some capitalist order scripts
I'm lit, trying to draw this figure eight with a twig
As if the symmetry alone is the perscription to live
The rusty touch throughout the tongs are working, plummeting in
This is a far cry from the prevalential focus of things
Another rally 'round the family 'til the quota complete
My generation is beautiful, [all the rep hold the bliss]
Wet ears, and adjust the mood 'til my final exit
Plus we torture on the traumas in exact moon script
(Pass me the tiger piss)
I tunnel rat into the hidden habits of collage dog inferno
No turning paths back(charlie attack!)
The half man have orders to burn the village
And come out with both hands intact
I'm not a mechanism born from disdain, I had to be trained
Now I catcall with dead walkers
I'll send a postcard form the Nang
If I can get onto the roof in time to hang
From the leg of this last chopper
Son of an obese burner perturbed to grow in a row
Of rotating blood colors on brick textures
And others modified climates make nasty tongue plunge
(head shots)
With opposite of chameleon blends from cartoon dreadnoughts
There was this parasite inside my wide intestinal tract
That took over my bark box before I had a chance to take my life back
And his deformed banter suprised me (where at?)
At the recruiters office, learning how to get a head in advertising
He said:
"Sure, others have passed, this is a gate to definition
But thats not the singular attraction to the setup
Not the action or the sacrifice of past draftees
Actually more of a layaway ducats plan
For the young get up and go out motivators
See the new soldiers smolder different
From that antiquated taste of stately hatred"
Well I came from melting options on the D train to the lobby
See academics played second in my life
To unmatriculated brain hobbies
And I admire the dedication to you ranks
Plus want the training
Loss is not a big problem it's all about what I'd be gaining,
"Well you'll get power, respect, an audience, a check, a car, Money for
school, honey with uniform fetish on your tool,
You'll travel, form bonds, be a part of something
have a structure, catch bullets..."
(catch bullets?)
"...I meant cash bonus
See this gold plaque, you could own it
After killing half a million
It's such a good feeling
To earn your country's respect and love
So what do you say son, are you my man?"
Fuck it, sign me up
Rock rock b boy, rock rock mang
The nang, the nang, the nang, the nang
Rock rock b boy, rock rock mang
The nang, the nang, the nang, the nang
I'm not a mechanism born from disdain, I had to be trained
Now I cat call with dead walkers
I'll send a postcard form the Nang
If I can get onto the roof in time to hang
From the leg of this last chopper
Emerson Lake Palmer aka dirty larva spray harder
What a marvelous martyr maker
50 gig tone hold old dusty digital makeup
Melt with me slower this round
Technical retardation sound round one sound the hardest
Heartless
Heartless harvest, farthest, farenheit alotted
The hot shit, hopped up and shifty
Shift shit sickly, monster
ancient makeshift ministry mic on Nervous slur
bomb teleprompter, sights on
Laser head looks like a linguist
fighter lights flurry down Rounds like a ration
Allied force stranded
Stranded like a lord of the bugs and disbanded
Better bring the band aids
Hustle shit fantasy gun talk
Erotic logic walks out of boxes
Dead thug hug slug, metal like molten
De-evolve thug, crawl back in the ocean
Hoppy Horatio choke on broke potion
Broke and most potent to float, flank the facts
Face the fucks with flak jackets
Jack of all trade
Embargos, faded like '88 Kane fashion
I'm back like packers
Mongoloid melody tracked backwards, broken into fragments
With terpuntine flows that broke down biblical tablets
Broken down handicapped cats leave in traction
The breath of sick death leaves a chest convexed with no F
Six steps to infected waste container misery
Fat thighs chafe in the summer from humidity, humid unhuman
Brains that bloom tulips
Caught between animal thoughts and what was taught by Confucious B-boy
lucid, ugly motherfucker for faces of art addicts
Just for my people
Persecute plagiarist dangerous at a close range
Dose brains close to the range
To rope frames for the celebrity roast
Most celebrity aspirations get tossed in the moat
With the mackerel, actual track catapult
Corpses act animate
Walk around the back yard munching on brain cabinets
Sad but erratic
Irregular predator with bad brain magic
Magic is a Siegfried and Roy with boy special
Batter the tapestry with bruises
Born to leak from alpine box in hot cruiser (straight bruiser)
With chain mail coats and bullet proof chokers
The most you can hope is to only get half choked
That's half a joke
I'm adamant, AWOL to the last atom
Active ax handler, handle hurt merchandise
Flirt, with inert word device devised
Formed pertinent ties
Tied to word commando kids, rise
Show me those New York eyes
Isolation eats at the face of phrase biters
Bite bleak void, small world big noise
Swallowed by void, wallow with toys
Hollow metal slugs penetrated
Just demonstrated
(Burrrrp) Oh, yeah, oh, you son of a bitches
(It gets so fuckin' crabby in this booth, man)
(It's like 90 degrees in here)
(Smells like cigarettes in a toilet)
(I'm gonna build) a Stepfather Factory
The latest in technology
Stepfather Factory
Jobs for the community
A Stepfather Factory
The age of familial industry
A Stepfather Factory
Building tomorrow's fathers today
A Stepfather Factory
The latest in technology
Stepfather Factory
Jobs for the community
A Stepfather Factory
The age of familial industry
Building tomorrow's fathers today
Spilling the leftovers of [creational clique]
We grew with the concept now we're ready to go public
Today's a big day for the company
A big step for the little-steppers who slept for years uncomfortably
Little man, little lady, cute little baby
Reach your hand out to the future of automated robotics
On display here for the first time in under a year here
At the World's fair - but is it really?
Ladies and Gentlemen I propose that the market
is sinking under the weight of useless contraptions
added to the shopping carts of all hard-working families
Electric doodads and wizard hats [exist] to keep the munchkins entertained
But get replaced by newer versions such as breakdown systematically
Mothers - how many times have you debated sub-euthanasia tablets for breakfast snacks
When restlessness attacks seemingly at random?
With an emptiness inside that's hard to identify, maybe
Pursuing obvious like pill-popping [the cossanova edict]
Chances are you've been abandoned
Well I'm no scientist, that's not what I went to school for
And I'm not a doctor, so I don't know much about medicine
But I'm willing to bet that you, yes you little
what's your name sweetheart? (dada) yeah, whatever
Get a funny feeling in your tummy when your mommy cries
Something between woozy and confusion
And you spend your thoughts on how the sadnessin your mommy
can be rooted out, burned, scorched, turned out, forgotten
Different concepts than the candy and little baby dolls or
Whatever it is that normal kids get to think about
Well I can honestly say that this invention is,
Let me start by saying we've grafted only the finest stuff
Inserted the most high tech, state of the art, with brain charted for authentic
Truly human emotion and trained to be domestic
Made from the most easily available materials and, uh, loosely inspected
Guaranteed to revolutionize
Perfectly realistic and even somewhat institutionally respected
Robotic relative
(That's why I'm gonna build) a Stepfather Factory
The latest in technology
A Stepfather Factory
Jobs for the community
A Stepfather Factory
The age of familial industry
A Stepfather Factory
Building tomorrow's fathers today
A Stepfather Factory
The latest in technology
A Stepfather Factory
Jobs for the community
Stepfather Factory
The age of familial industry
I'm not only the president, I'm a client
So you purchased a paternal unit, class A type 1
A new addition to your living room space, watch it go
Have your warranty for at least 90 days, so have fun
If in that time frame there's a problem, please let us know
Before you start there's a few details that you must learn
Technical specs about your unit to make things run smooth
In an effort to find an energy source our company's learned
The cheapest way to keep his battery running is with booze
Plug it in, give it a name, man of the house, help sustain
Wear the pants, you can relax, [water the pad], nucular fam [ordered a nucleus]
Brings us to the safety chapter
Section 87 in your handbook subsection 16 entitled
Troubleshooting
Fuel sources are at a slight risk of mixing
With the crispy plutonium center
Of your automated new spouse and then driven
Possibly leading to the unpredicted stimulation of its artificial emotion circuits
And in a few unsubstantiated clinical trials this condition
has led to simulated feelings of resentment and worthlessness
Manifested in the highly unlikely but still possible act
of physical aggression towards you and your loved ones fleshy surfaces
Remember, no cash returns
Only credits towards future purchases
"Why are you hurting me?
I love you."
"Why are you hurting me?
I love you."
"Why are you hurting me?
(F F) - A - A - N - N - T - T - T (Remember. )
A - A - S - S - TTT - I - I (Remember. )
C - C - D - D - A - A - M - M (Remember. )
AAA - GGG - EEE (This is indelible. ) E - E
Yo, 1985 got red top live and it was
Ten to the decibel, my lifelong prize, so I was
Part of the pack, pardon that, that's fact
I stole, part of a track and started to rap (map the growth)
Try to explain, okay, the Koch era frame
Hardly a game, no marketing just art in the train
Station Exchange, the flickered lights start to change
Same in the brain when I watched the walls spark names
Parked in the car with pa dukes at four deuce
There was a, Double rumble study kung fu loop
But we had, at the car wash that cost less cash, a blast
I'd imagine that the water was rising fast
Quarter in hand at the light for the squeegee man
Adult life squeegee man shot, cops hand
That's a lot of bad conversion, that's certain
Homeless hustle lost to the dark of the blue curtain
And it was fourth grade, I got high top played
Sported the black and red Jordan bootleg craze
And when the big kids zeroed in I'd wince
I haven't let my mother buy me bootleg since
(cuz' it was)
1985 got red top live and it was
ten to the decibel, my lifelong pride, so I was
part of the pack, pardon that, that's fact
I stole, part of a track and started to rap (map the growth)
1985 got red top live and it was
ten to the decibel, my lifelong pride, so I was
part of the pack, pardon that, that's fact
I stole, part of a track and started to rap (map the growth)
Get live y'all (live y'all) live y'all (live y'all)
live y'all (live y'all) live y'all (to the NYC)
Get live y'all (live y'all) live y'all (live y'all)
live y'all (live y'all) live y'all (live live live)
Get five ya'll (five y'all) five ya'll (five y'all)
five ya'll (five ya'll, to the Krazy Kings)
Get five ya'll (five y'all) five ya'll (five y'all)
five ya'll (five y'all) five five five
Trace back, trace the faces with the same life song
Different borough, same place, Eddie Murph got Raw
After class, got harassed, bully hurt us all
He tried to, run my Nintendo game in Fulton Mall
A fighter, that's what you made, now I fight for fun
I fight for acme lab rat experiment son
Pulsate like a Theremin rigged to big drums
Seen, Halloween battles in Brooklyn, eggs and shaving cream
We're gonna spray it on your whole damn team and then
Make the dash laughing bout the whole damn thing
We won, we can laugh about that, cause that's fun
In the 80's Deceps took fame (good run)
I took a name too, and so it begun
And wrote raps in my room, sipping Capri suns
In fact, studied the cadences of Kool Moe Dee and Rick
Put my name into their rhymes and then practiced it
Put my brain pattern on fly and I mastered it
Dad played jazz when he drank, it's no accident
Hands on the piano and make my foot tap to it
Different path, same love, Dad, thanks for passing it
1985 got red top live and it was
ten to the decibel, my lifelong pride, so I was
part of the pack, pardon that, that's fact
I stole, part of a track and started to rap (map the growth)
1985 got red top live and it was
ten to the decibel, my lifelong pride, so I was
part of the pack, pardon that, that's fact
I stole, part of a track and started to rap (map the growth)
(F F) - A - A - N - N - T - T - T (Remember)
A - A - S - S - TTT - I - I (Remember (indelible bankroll)
C - C - D - D - A - A - M - M (Remembe)
(Place no faith in the majority)
(now the evening has come to a close
and I've had my last dance with you
so on to the empty streets with me
and it might be my last chance with you
so I might as well get it over with
the things I have to say
won't wait until another day)
Shut up
Whoooooo
Whoooooo
Whoooooo
Check this out
The Fabulous structure that's coaxed out of rubbles puddles splash
Mechanisms burn with beeping sounds that own their humans sold as
ruthless rounds of radio dust, Cranial mush, men get flattened out
radials spun on dusted combatant joust
after house of the dead heads fled, it's just the city moans
Malignant kid in it with sentence of sinister conferred
Magna-funk asbestos, the best at closed-quarters shit
Some will gravitate to the falcon and burn in wordlessness
hangin' with the herd is my joy
we buoy ordertake employ
When the farmers feed the murder rate ploy
we stow collected rebel factions in dirt and just follow
the citizens all love to be loved, we just follow
figure they ate the kids, homey
so fuck em save the adults
Kids are patriotic, robotic, operate catapults
And goose-step over innocence
Vagrant of Reaganomics phasing
Read the books that will burn at the barn raising
(Independent like a fuck) (Oh, Jesus)
You misinterpreted that Funcrush shit
So man, funcrush this
spectacular dawning of the heardthinner faction where distraction is bliss
Tyrell took a sabatical but back for the new semester (rockin that)
class action suit from the Laundromat of velour and pressed polyester
American history exo-bytes cypher with the tainted offspring, gimme nodos quick
you need to haul that mega-dumb style to the antique roadshow, bitch
the system bleeds for the radio angry, rock that wound aesthetic
the name of this routine is live at man you just don't get it
please try to compartmentalize my dick
with a little bit a that bitch hubris
when the ritalin starts to fade I might get lucid
every mindfuck i handout comes with a free month of internet access
and an updated year 2003 version of the mega clapper (you know the drill, clap off)
this is the third installment of a prequel that was never written right
filmed with that classic Brooklyn magic, without Lucasarts graphics
rendered cuddly comic relief creatures or terrible child actors
One two
Get behind the walls of new Roma, wanna buy the farm
But the land's not yours to own?
Who owns Police? Who holds floor grease on a sandy beach?
Blood beach
Dance with a man he starts clutching, he ugly
Punks hung halo teach
Hugged by the math with the cable reach
A hundred and sixty-six channels lit
To train that animal shit
Where the mind's eye redefined
Where's God?
Buy a car, Kick tires
Back in Eighty-Six I lived
With a four-course artistry
Metal ones took turns showin' off colors and shit
Like I invaded the mating dance ritual
Criminal now
Wild things defined beautiful under my power
El Producto flash-fest-iss
Motherfuckers be like, "Ow, why haven't we left yet"
Blithering sideway twang, the youth and brain management troupe
The man is like BOOOP
You can't touch the Krush Groove
I live by the lunch table
Touched fables
Ducked labels
Lookout for the one he'd abide with the terrible stables
Signed to Rawkus
I'd rather be mouth fucked by Nazis unconscious
Callin' all bomb threats
Radio re-activated, caress
Under hella-ified missle defense
Fenced in, better blame it on fame shit and grin
Walk with a bag full of kittens
Take it to the river and throw yourself in
In about four seconds the ether will begin to leak
Who wanna hold hands with this sicko malnutritionist
Soaked in newspeak?
Dissolve into the syncopated fragments of vinyl
splashed on loose leaf
We can embrace on the business end of my face first
Joe vs. the Volcano suicide beef
Dance with the vinyl monster
Devil in a blue skyline with clean conscience
Save the gesture
But can't save the children, weren't worth the effort
I'm a Caveman
Your modern ways frighten and confuse me
I watch your spirit box with the blinking lights and think
Are those little people trapped in that box? (No, Caveman)
But I do know converted mic digital 8-bus Mackie Avalon compression
Combined with 8-step effected
Dirty words paralyze words and infect shit
Infectious
Insofar as the ineffectual bed for elections
Development arrested
Trapped in the Cuckoo's nest
Looking for the nexus
If it's wild like that y'all found
infrared scope in the clutch of a tyrant
New World lullaby Sirens
Stuck migrants, bust 'em by violence
It's all bad timing
Getting merked on a Tram over Roosevelt Island
You think that's spacey?
Deep Space 9 millimeter, son, keep smiling
This is for the fringes and such
My generation just sit like dust
Feed 'em off of us and ask what I trust
Tell these stories, I'm right here holdin' my nuts
Right here holdin' my nuts
Right here holdin' my nuts
Right here holdin' my nuts
Right here holdin' my nuts
This is for the fringes and such
My generation ain't friends with slugs
Thank god for the drugs and drums
Tell these to read it, I'll be right here hidin' from guns
Right here hidin' from guns
to Get retarded on a boom box frame (frame!)
When all the funny little games are dead (dead!)
Rush said he didn't like the name (name!)
Try to tell me that my peoples aren't Def? (Def!)
Rebels spill the pattern thats dusty (dusty!)
Uprock with a mad hatter thought (thought!)
Tryin to act live on Mr Toad's Wild Ride
Get ingested without prejudice daddy's revenge on Oedipus
Standing on a precipice holding hands with Gepetto the lecherous
Manipulator of oak, the sick joke
liars want to be real and conceal the nose growth
in the first row a the show, try to front you get choked
Slayed Bambi, sprayed his whole family
Try to act cute, got his hoofs in my pantry
Frolic through the woods destitute and mad aggy
Brainwashed badly, the propaganda had me
When the design of modern culture is modeled after new (Sodom)
Bottle and packeged with emotions for kiddies to get robotic
I come with damage thats fantastically uncomfortable, kill the paradigm
vomiting rotted language addict, thorns for Brer rabbit
When the city burns down I'm gonna go to Disney World, world world world world
Front now, you got a cheshire cat grin
eerie malevolence of commerce combined with backspins
I'm just a kid, tryin' to do good for my friends whose lives end
While the queen of radio play painting the carnations red
Fantasia 2000, was a number one flick
The housing development built to collapse quick
arousing the relevant faith to berate this
Dousing the machine, gasoline and flame fists
I'm full blown, apocaloid perp needle dirt
Born to make a thumper that warns the scorched earth
Anarchist chef, make napalm from Nerf
Put the propane to the fertilizer watch it convert
Penny... ante, cheaply imitated
the dead dis rotary blade persuade many
But look a little closer, the jails are not empty
the rabbit hole, made for the meek and re-entry
You're on the wrong side of the looking glass now Paw, face it
My brainiac drums make computers lose patience
Decepticon era kid, scream Zulu Nation
A hundred and forty nine stay high battle cadence
Live among the merchants of blood (blood!)
but all the power and control means shit (shit!)
now you can frolic with the demons in the mud (mud!)
But motherfucker you don't want to match wits (wits!)
Spit on a corporate lackey, unhand me
Hand me the contract and back away slowly
Spit shit distorted if wack, I'm disbanding
Either feel the hellfire, or pay what you owe me
Top of the world mom, and all these lights are so bright
the Epcot center of the industry, snorting snow white
Tryin to find a happy thought, dwarves wanna fly
And naked lethal weapon plunge off a high rise
Up against the Weathermen? you're an adult in never neverland
Dumbos that step on toes with that fly shit contraband
veteran straight from the nang death cookie
duely compensated by saturation of rookies
No self pity and no savin' the children
No romance, dancin' and group hugs
No tolerance for internet wars or soft beats
Lord of the island where Piggy got stuck
When the city burns down I'm gonna go to Disney world
World, world, world, world
When the city burns down I'm gonna go to Disney world
World, world, world, world
When the city burns down I'm gonna go to Disney world
World, world, world, world
When the city burns down I'm gonna go to Disney world
World, world, world, world
(Dead Disney motherfuckers... ha, El Producto
Yo... 2002 shit, bring your kids, bring the family
[Aesop]
I slash monikers backwards
Haggle proof snaggletooth fabulous 5 freddy
Krueger finger discount bliss lou retton dismount
Spin out of control to doctor basics
Bladed secada wings offer awkward facelift
Leak laser to fade shit
[El-P]
I splash commoner fragments, rattle crews, cattle lose
Fabulous four finger ringer, backflip, discount mechanism
Sex distortion, terror gorn from old favorate phasing
Famous danger lacing agent, baby
[Aesop]
Aim high, when a flying monkey swoops down over
Dorothy sound system
To capture the bitches and toto too systems
Y'all pimps front on some indestructible daytrip with the
Lifespan of a box playing public enemy in Sal's famous
Feel dystopia vs. Elysium, time ticks and the hand keeps feeding them
A billion try to bark revolution when only knee deep in the medium
Duck you lucked out, there's 1 out of every 99 fans on the same route
Another colossal blunder
Born as heir to thom inside of spirit, better scatter for your teepee
For every American sleepy teen parked in TV, friendly apartments
Carving this creepy nations of p.t. barnums
Where you at? I'm right the fuck here right now
Where you at? I'm getting the fuck down tonight
Where you at? I'm a spread the fuck out something precious
Gavels for the guilty rattlesnake bait for the snitches
Cackles for the silky shallow lake wades for the midgets
Badges for the filthy that'll make hate seem less vicious
Shackles for the filthy battle break plates for your interests
I'm a strap your dignity down and see what that bitch could bench press
Relentless, archon player, after dark parking lot cipher slayer, roll'em
Catch snake eyes in 3 dimensions for the artificial martyr
Freeze dried poltergeist just add water
Excuse me sir do you know how fast you were going? fuck no
What's that in the back seat? that's a stolen can of rusto
Who's that riding shotgun? that's my homie El-Producto
Peddle to the floorboard delorean be gone, peace
[El-P]
These faggots hit like teddy bears thrown agains wooden doors
By a misunderstood teenage girl in a moment of self importance
Call it off beat, jagged, ragged, form the pattern
The mere thought of sounding like those who you revere fills me with sadness
I'm a burner tone and outline bricks with shifty throw up
Laminated for my friends who had to croak before I grew up
Among the wildly uninhabitable traffic of bad bliss
Where the tainted droids of dummy noise cancer gets unhinged
See me, kabuki theatre leader, disease clips
Tryna handle contrabant of an applause meter tint, bad scrimmages
Played with collectable bitch mc cooper mounted miniatures
Retard flow bee holder business, the "you don't show me shit" list
Megaplex is stress caress, all the time apacoloid, bite bleak void
Small world big nose, sonce you're in the closet
Anyway see if you can walk to Narnia skippy, save the earthy wisdom
I'm immersed in millennial bad touch funk may day man with 808 trunk
Ghostface tape bump, tooly clutched, Tony Robbins mantra mouth escape monk
Mega-magnetic MRI fingers scanning woman for breast lumps, c'mon chunk
Your not a fuckin' goonie, most of these advanced rappers grew up in the forest
I'm the walrus, sitting on my cornflake float out to the chorus
Sarcasm isn't advanced, it's the inexpirienced mans preference
Criticism isn't smart, it's for the artfully dejected
Hardly holds the fluid, partly 212 crew, 718 create burner movement
Hybrid unfallable, funkadelic truancy smothered
Fell into the meat grinder like classic Hustler cover
The silky legged ecto-thugs run and hug each other
For pilferers of sanctimony coldly pillow smother
1st is the originator (me), 2nd is the influence (you)
3rd is the innovator (me), 4th is the institution (my crew)
5th is perpetuity it lives throught the Delusion
Before I hop in the Delorean I shit on Mr.Fusion
Great Scott, Doc
We need to go back in time to when motherfuckers could rock
88 miles per hour, bring it back to the block and get (Mc Fly)
[El-P:] "Straight up if it wasn't for cats like me
For real and I am not bullshittin
If it wasn't for cats like me you wouldn't be in the rec
in the door and I know that's true now knowwhatmsayin?
Because now you're really in some of it"
[Sole:] "Where's Len? I told Len that fuckin; I sai [slight pause]
Quote, that I said, I love Company Flow
I don't wanna be against you guys I-I-I quote
quote, unquote I said, I wanna be down - you know;
like I said I don't want beef with you guys
YouknowIamlikedude; like fuckin
this whole shit is bananas, y'know"
[El-P:] "Like you're gonna make it by dissing me
You know the record that got CoFlow scared, knowwhatmsayin??
It's like DO I SOUND SCARED??"
[Sole:] "No I don't think you sound very scared"
Some cats know us but this one don't
I oughta pierce this fuckin phallus through your rookie ass throat
Yo Duke, don't step to me until you're ripened fruit
I'm loopy from the invitations from funeral glue
Stone poems dissolve combatants via shards through 56k high speed
Still blitzed like relaxed I'll call geisha felatio deeds
like fertilizer bombs packed in air tower compartment docks
Sticky fuck revolution shot - send all complaints to Rupert Murdoch
I'll black out in the mug of suburbanites with little stinger's crew
You volunteer for the draft stupid--thats on you!!
On some upper middle class romantic notion
So the mortar scraps'll fly cry gates section 8 escape like Klinger do
The demented happy face bruised back for pussycrew packin
Rockin clam diggers with cut knees in Hepatitis puddles - no vaccine
Plus 99% are down but you still give respect for
Silently questionin your direction - like Amistad passenger section
Gilbert Grape against Magneto odds;
Ultimate Break 5 versus your needle pops;
Davey Jones versus Goliath;
I'm Ed Sullivan Beatles crowd response
I slowed it down - try to download this gig to formatted floppy disk
while heads bop like epileptics sucking my dick to some off-beat shit
[Sole:] "I l-l-l-l-l-l-love Company Flow"
[scratch] "y-y-you faggot"
This spoiled brat little young saga got a mommy bought my sampler tapes
([Sole:] "I wanna be down")
Make sure every one sheet snippet tape flyer sticker and t-shirt
got a representation of my name and face
I rock beats that Tina Yothers morning sickness without makeup ugly dusty
Fucked up four track dirty ass crack pirate radio readiness
Okay fella; I own my masters, lyrics, merchandise
mic, turntables, style psychosis pain and penis
Deranged cadence kills syllable UV needles
Makin gangsters in the crowd throw bottles at my people
We dip on life cycles few data crisp since
custom Jeep Dapper Dan era in 3 fat goose
swingin discs of Tron to disembowel your village elder
Fuckin sick isn't it? Bucket my piss while you're at it kiss the dog dick
Try to act monstrous but just a Beanie Baby after my profit
That don't do much for hip hop - that isn't respect it's cockfondlin
In eighty-nine we called it tip-doggin; but you ain't know that rookie
Don't ever try to front like you know me or my people
By the way Vordul did I bite?
[Vordul:] "yea right!!-thats fantasy lie snake trife"
[Sole:] "like fuckin - this whole shit is bananas"
You little lying muthafucka you know you kiss my ass
and then you try to ::scratch:: "change up the past"
Who fell into their own hari kari kit when they lied to themselves
Self abuse by selling lies self destructive
I am Captain Kirk, Spock and Lieutenant Uhura on the away team
You're Henson Lebowitz - the sacrificial lamb for the episode
You beamed to the wrong planet this time
wth a hot pink phaser and one line
before getting morphed to faggot dust for not knowing our status
Automatic and absolutely the poisonous shit-licking one cyber reject
New England rich boy soon to catch a Bay Area eject
Marionette pussy non-veteran
I got more friends than you where you live
(Menopause/ Men all pause) when I stop that flow of estrogen
You wanna be on the cutting edge--sliced up
Emotions knifed--life sucks
feeling dejected when frustration is misdirected in official election
Conjections on top of blaming misinformation textures
So inane--I cause colon blow pain
You have an obsession respect it
From now on you're immortalized playin yourself on my record
Congratu-fuckin-lations; isn't that what you wanted-- IDIOT!!
There's more than a little difference between yours and mines existence
This is my ride; and your not commadering it
The only thing advanced about your music
is that you need a computer to hear it
This year your independent,
last year you was on some keep it real shit, right?
The last year before that you discovered hip-hop
and you immediately became an internet genius
Fecetious pseudo-intellectualism can't contest wisdom
I feel like Selena; the president of my fan club trying to kill me
And you'se a bad ass?
Let's take a Linda Trip file since you wanted to play the game filthy
Bad enough that you lied about me; front like this isn't your voice
I'll be force to release the microcassette in it's entirety
[Sole:] "I mean, fuckin Len knows, I mean.. y'know I like your shit
You know it's not really like that y'know"
[El-P:] "I don't know that you like my shit
I haven't even heard your record
I have no idea what you think about me"
[Sole:] "I-I-I-I-I love Company Flow--I love Company Flow
I don't wanna be against you guys--I don't wanna be against you guys
I wanna be down--I-I-I-I-I wanna be down--I-I-I-I-I wanna be down
"I love Company Flow" -- Sole's voice stretched and echoed
so it sounds like he's sputtering and stuttering
This is one of those precious moments of ferocious paybacks
Closest to the perfect scenario you made a move but it backfired
Magnified by the fact that you tried to project a persona
of confrontation by subverting a crew who in fact you idolized
Next time your delusions of groupie lust and battle fame
Isolated website hip-hop coast Tiger Beat subscription addiction
Malignancy career impotency lies high school gossip power move
will simply get you beat the fuck up, LIAR!!
Spell my God Damn name right next time pussy
Feel the beauty of futulity served with arsenic cookies
and old lace, you tried to save facial; yo fuck that I fold space
You musta thought you was Canibus trying to eat my ass
How does the hole taste Timmy?
You don't even deserve this moment--do you?
You haven't paid enough dues to get a battle--PUPIL!!
Run along and do your little interviews with your fantasy life distortion
Next time you reveal your true self make sure that no one records it
YOU STUPID!!
[Sole:] "To be totally honest with you--I think your being cool, y'know
Like; I mean, taking in consideration everything--y'know"
[El-P:] "Yaknahmsayin my plan was especially to ignore you, but like,
now it's gettin very difficult to do that because you're makin too..
you're makin too big a deal, out of what you perceive as a diss to you;
when in reality like, I don't think your completely
positive that your totally correct on this one"
[Sole:] "Uh, I don't feel very correct right now; at this point
That's why I don't really have anything to say because it's like
well fuck, you know I made I made my El-P diss record already y'know?"
[scratching]
damn thats a sucka-faggot
Get played, out of position
-true feelings-
m-m-murder a rookie
suck the dick kid and eat the dick cookie
"I found love on a prison ship... " [x5]
"Number 247681-Z, step to the line"
[Gunshot]
[Cage:]
Two types of people in this world to recognize
Conquered, and the one holding the rifle at the next in line
The crosshair in my eye is a vessel to God
The container that kept you around is in a hole in the yard
Sail the cemetery seas, half the crew leaves then move on
You have no idea how right my head is screwed on
When I wake up and put this suit on, I feel escape begin
Expirations are needed, I facilitate the end
[El-P:]
There are two types of mornings/mournings in this life I can surmise
I wake early in the first to help supply the second type
Technician of repetition clips in the numbest of traditions it's
The little wondrous blunders that can summon one's demise
I know the line to walk, talk softly, punch a clock, aim (pow) done
I see the shelter in contrition, best to limit wagging tongues
But today's a confrontation with a thought that's not assured
She's inching closer to my services and further from my world
"I found love on a prison ship... " [x8]
[El-P:]
Does this job ever bother you, darkly creep up in your conscious too?
[Cage:]
Nope, in fact I'm so enamored with the standard
Of being handed a command to (pow), it's almost romantic
The lead giveth, I take it, if I didn't understand it
[El-P:]
I'm saying during the tenure of your gig, have you ever herded a pris
Who despite the traitorous label, makes you nervous as a kid?
Maybe beyond a date with the lead, there's something else meant for
A prisoner with the beauty of 247290-Z
[Cage:]
Oh God, you gotta be joking, I get it she's smoking
Go get a taste, I'll hold you down for thirty, she must be purty, you're open
Your secret's safe with me, go on a raping spree
I gotta couple numbers of my own, just return the courtesy
[El-P:]
No, nah man, that's actually not on my mind
Somehow it's different this time. I mean
Should a creature so sublime and young really be in line for the gun
And am I the one to dispense it? She seems almost defenseless
And her eyes have the surprising effect of rendering me restless
"You know, you look really pretty without handcuffs on
Without the dirt on your face... "
Like the piss and stench of the huddled traitors evaporates from the room
And in that moment I can see her truly, and she can see me too
Beneath the body armor and weaponry, my heart quietly thumps and whispers
"Drop the guns and grab her, now's the time to make your run"
Sitting in my transport as we slip through traffic veins
She doesn't ask me where we're going, only holds my hand and gaze
She's my only reason now, and my only hope to live
We pull up to the cabin way above this damn metropolis
Me and prisoner 247290-Z
Somewhere that is Soilent Green, we're living life instead
No more war on traitorism, only me and her
She can clean my gun and I could help her clean the floor
Back to something natural, we'll live off of the land
When Radon levels drop we walk the trails and talk and laugh
I tell her she's innocent, and she'll show me she's not
I kiss the number on her arm and lay her on the cot
I'm the first to touch her without gloves on
She's the first to kiss me without crying
Life before this was just dying
Me and prisoner 247290-Z
Away from all this violence, live inside each other's heads... [x4]
"Number 247290-Zed, step to the line"
[Soldiers:]
"Dammit Lindt, fire your weapon! "
"Yes sir"
[Gunshot]
"I found love on a prison ship... " [x7]
[Soldiers:]
"She's dead Lindt, just how we wanted it. Great."
"Just how we wanted it [laughing] "
And the kids say
Watch your man, I think he's faking the band
Y'all will either run the world or destroy it while holding hands
Architect, terrible vet with bent flashback
Me clutching a 30 OD, burn village laughing
Gas mask latched in, signal for the whirly
Worm killer bird on the set, I flex early
Got to beat the rush and report it all to the hive mind
Weathermen and such, motherfucks, try to malign mine
Let's digress now, kings, put your cans up
Paint the city scope with the prettiest type of cancer
Watch 'em laser surg every tumor like a fatal relica
New York is the truancy burg, stte of hysterica
It's a brutalized lab bunny jumping the fence
Grab the money and the charger for the microchip embedded in head
Brooklyn is the life, equal parts joy, strife
I sit up in the cribbo and carve these 'noid kites out of lead
The same weight of the monkey on my neck
Who crawled off my back and tried to make friends
Now I'm walking 'round lit like the fun never ends
But someone ran their key on my whip, plus left dents
Welcome to my bastard delight night, gents
Where everything has a meaning but none of it makes sense
Living is so demeaning but rappers still wanna offer
Fake aliens from lying saucers
I don't have the time, man, I'm searching for bigger answers
The beat is so sick, made with real bits of panther
The clay of the city streets, don't take to these broken cleats
But I hold my johnson and walk it retarded, it's just me
What up, Tame?
Desperate men do dangerous things
Full alarm system, New York with no kings
Desperate kids do dangerous shit
Full alarm system, it's on where you live
[Incomprehensible]
My name is El-Producto, my friend, I walk rawly
Oddly bent pod beast, fiends try to draw me
Another close copy but not the God hardly
Sex shit sloppily, fuck yourself, pardon me
Look, here comes the scientists, here they come to cure us all
Mind is on your money, sonny, brain is on the curtain call
Give the kid a sack of D, pass the child a bag of C
Even in the tenement residence there's a pharmacy
Deadly young people, deadly new day
Young deadly dumb kick snare pattern play
Dignity for criminals, science for religion
War stole the future, peace is for bitches
Evey thing's a felony, relatively hellishly
Cops make guns whistle like here, check the melody
You need to learn to worship the warships
Anything made of steel, of course can leave corpses
Cops on four horses, hot to draw quarters
The morbidist thoughts are mad laws and enforced quick
Don't lift your foot off of that land mine switch
Till I make the 20 yard dash and cover my eyelid
We don't need no edumucation, there's no patience
My team is on the food line, blinker in the waist and
Walkies all connected, gotta wait for the signal
Weathermen are the lefties that burn to the bone gristle
Insight is disease, feed the criminal rotary
All over the world it's the same skull fuck locally
Alpha Flight airs that are rare, we rock openly
Feeling like a kid again, umbilical choking me
Never shit on my faction of bastards, not openly
Don't you even whisper shit, not even if jokingly
Straight out of poisonville, coming up for air again
Nah, the air is poisonous, environment choking me
Do it again
Desperate men do dangerous things
Full alarm system, New York with no kings
Desperate kids do dangerous shit
Full alarm system, it's on where you live
Fell asleep late, Neon Buzz
P.T.S. stress, we do drugs
City air strange, sticky lungs
Mayor Doomberg gives no funds
And I'm cryin', cryin'
Call out with a fiendish ring
Broken into smithereens
Every thing's exactly how it seems
And it would seem
That I am cryin', cryin'
In a world of super duper whores
The kids just want a little more
Little tycos do the bloody mind sex
With a veteran's decor
And I'm cryin', cryin'
So, when I step in the stop frame
I became pure BK
'Cause I grew up around the Krazy Kings
And inhaled second hand spray
I'm cryin', cryin'
Where the walls talk your defiances
And alliances were made
With a fugitive dash after class
To harass the gods of fame
Cryin', cryin'
And the goons that I collude with
On this rude shit same way
And will break a crab down in public
Just to manipulate their pain
Cryin', cryin'
Why should I be sober
When God is so clearly dusted out his mind
With cherubs puffin' a bundle
Trying to remember why he even tried
Down here it's 30 percent every year
To fund the world's end
But I'm broke on Atlantic Ave
Trying to cop the bootleg instead
Pure savage established hard rock talk
Circa 93 proof
Walked the high road to infinity
With simile truant moves
When the wandering ration line derails
I steal food
Maybe, tread where the sidewalk hawks
Look alive and hide tools
On a bed that someone else made
Trying to wait for the next boot
When it dropped you took
Prime-time Hellemundo off mute
Old folks say, "Time to build"
But demolition pays more loot
Rip patch from your Hazmat suit
Slip past with an odd bop
El Producto sort of strange
They say he stares at you, long range
Perhaps he's lookin' past us all
With his thousand yard gaze
Cryin', cryin'
And he sees how MCs
Became contorted with their own lies
And went from battle rap to gun talk
Like we ain't notice the change, yeah right
It's the city I broke down in
The velor couture township
Where they lost the rock box batteries
And forgot how shit was founded
Cryin', cryin'
And critics all see me twisted
They don't get my whole existence
An actual B boy brainiac
Who'll smack you out your mittens
Cryin', cryin'
Now, I feel that motherfuckers owe me dap
For contributing actual raps
That's not a construct for the radio
On that plasticine path
I'll be your homie, bust through the Dolby
Lonely, all cast aside and homely
Wildly pour chrome heat of vigilante words
Insert hurt in a dome-piece
And the last of all I have is yours, now
Surrendered nice and calmly
As a tot played on a block of bricks
And double dutched with the zombies
I'll rip your squad in nothing
But a cock ring and pair of PuertoRoc dunks
I built the bag that cats will drown in
When the water's colored rust
And the last thought that I had
In the back of the little bus
Was of a Oklahoma city flair
Through kiddy flesh fade to dust
Move with me little soldier bitty
We'll cloak and dagger the city
We'll hope to stagger magnificence
Till the pattern of blasphemy's quitting
And I keep my meaning tucked deep
So, y'all creepers give me some privacy
Don't ask for something literal
From a child of secret society
There's a position to be filled
You fuckin' assholes, keep your eye on me
But save your precious advice
'Cause all my life everyones lied to me
And I'm cryin'
Fell asleep late, Neon Buzz
P.T.S. stress, we do drugs
City air strange, sticky lungs
Mayor Doomberg gives no funds
And I'm cryin', cryin'
Call out with a fiendish ring
Broken into smithereens
Every thing's exactly how it seems
And it would seem
Do you think that if you were falling in space
That you would slow down after a while
Or go faster and faster?
Faster and faster
For a long time you wouldn't feel anything
Then you would burst into fire forever
And the angel's won't help you 'cause they've all gone away
Un, dos, un, dos, tres, quatro
I saw this kid walking down the street
I was like wait
Bumped into this kid I knew, he often would walk strange
So I ignored the blood on his laces so this cat could save face
The dunks and the gaze stayed in an off gray haze
And the lump in his pocket talked to the ox that he clutched safe
So I saluted him there, waiting for the A
Trapped on the empty platform without the option to escape
Gave him the standard, yo, what up man, how you landin'?
And the hypnotized response was no surprise, I maintain
Yeah, we all do, that's the standardized refrain but on some
Really real man, good to see you, really, what the dealy deal?
Oops, fuck, screwed the pooch, asked too much, knew the truth
On the train now, a caboose in his brain now, no recluse
80 blocks to uptown spot, destination vocal booth
Metro-card like, you get what you pay for stupid, no excuse
He pulled his hoody off his cabbage rugged practical
And began to fancy the words I mistakenly jostled loose
The stogie he brazenly lit where he sit looked legit
But when the flame touched to the tip I could smell it's of another nit
He leaned his head back and inhaled the newpie dip and said
"The whole design got my mind cryin' if I'm lyin' I'm dyin', shit"
This is the sound of what you don't know killing you
This is the sound of what you don't believe still true
This is the sound of what you don't want still in you
TPC motherfucker, cop a feel or two
This is the sound of what you don't know killing you
This is the sound of what you don't believe still true
This is the sound of what you don't want still in you
TPC motherfucker, cop a feel or two
The whole design got my mind cryin'
The whole design got my mind cryin' if I'm lyin' I'm dyin'
Dyin', I'm flyin', the same line, no disguise, guy, I'm bent up
Know the sky's high by coincidence and I'm tied blind insignificant
To the ground function I'm Munsoned, it's the dreaded 7/10 split again
The medic made it out to be, epidemic shaded wow for me
Evidence of pressures mounting, residential shroud, King's County
Brotherhood of the working wounded, wounded working city unit
Taking out the trash and strappin' in, let's get it movin', stupid
Many men make moves more useless
Use abuse quick, losers, juiceless
Bitch, either speak the truth or you leave toothless
Two fists of the furiously ruthless
Justice for my very own amusement with no regard for the conclusion
I swagger with rats tappin' the glass in a Gov. lab
Pass me the gloves, mask and flask of the cheapest liquor you have
In the back of the Tasmanian path, insane again laughin'
Cacklin' at the randomness of the city and all its facts
The dark art of interrogation agent skippin' class
And at last in a flash on my tip toes walkin' on cracked glass
Gats blast and wiz by fast or just catch in my calves like hold that
In other words, I'm trash, glad you asked
This is the sound of what you don't know killing you
This is the sound of what you don't believe still true
This is the sound of what you don't want still in you
TPC motherfucker, cop a feel or two
This is the sound of what you don't know killing you
This is the sound of what you don't believe still true
This is the sound of what you don't want still in you
TPC motherfucker, cop a feel or two
Your future's uncertain here now
The plot smears on the wall, wall
Said, your future's uncertain here now
The plot smears on the wall
Your future's uncertain here now
The plot smears on the wall, wall
Said, your future's uncertain here now
The plot smears on the wall
Your future's uncertain here now
The plot smears on the wall, wall
Said, your future's uncertain here now
[Verse 1]
Dear Sirs
If the pavement comes alive on Flatbush Ave with toothy smiles
Comprised of traffic cones and manholes become eyes
And birds burst into flames while singing Satan's praises
And fold into the sky and rain down ashy danger
If every office empties and all slaves walk in dazes
To a pool of liquid money where they bathe blissfully naked
And drugs no longer taunt me and flooze around my conscience
And every woman beating rapist is securely in their coffins
If every open hydrant in a Brooklyn time summer moment
Is opened up by cops and folds out into an ocean
And rent is paid by bread literally and parking isn't paid for
And food stamps can be planted and childhoods can't be damaged
If fire could power space ships that safely ship the creators
Of dynamite and gun powder to the graves of all who faced it
And the slurping nerf of beauracrat life and bean coutning slave owners
Is twisted in on itself til they shave off their own faces
If all the coke and crack in the nation is collected in a top hat
And force fed to the children of every CIA agent
And dust heads get an angel and an acres worth of rainbow
And the projects turn to clouds and the stupid aren't so proud
And the snivelling grimace mongrels of infected money slobbing pesticrats ignite
into a brilliant beam of light
And mercy is the rule
And the exception's mercy too
And the desert comes in Brooklyn and the President goes to school
Time flows in reverse
Death becomes my birth
Me fighting in your war is still, by a large margin
We had some fire and smoke and water
And that troubled us a lot
Now we're marking down our prices
And they're really, really hot
Everything must go
You wanna get on some fly shit
Get on some butterfly to the fire shit
Everything must go
I wanna sell you the dream
I wanna watch you come apart at the seams
Everything must go
You wanna get on some fly shit
Get on some butterfly to the fire shit
Everything must go
I wanna sell you a dream
Heart of an altar boy molested in confession
Who plotted for 20 years then slit the throat of a reverend
And half of this thought is young vandal the system
Contraption of credo drift, sick shit and spit at your heaven
I'm grabbin' my dick again, foot on the wall, pose down
I'm drinkin' that piss again, back at the train hometown
Starscream the system, ninja star the cassette deck
Lazerface is back in effect
Focus like a worker ant live, get with hive mind fly shit
Shut your little mind crime hybrid
Eyelids pinned back flat, we had a focus group
Of lab rats clappin', at last you got dap
Automaton bells rock well from death valley
Shit, we all mingle in ditch, mass grave for the kids
Clash with the combat rap set
A weathermen funk breath, the last rebels left?
Slide off or get the digipack slashed in your neck
You're fidgetin' with 28 day simian
Yeah, dog him again, the bad touch destruct militant
Drum percussion lust diligent
The surface that gave birth to the style is NY
The jihad recipient sky is too fly
The roof of the witnessin? spot was BK
A cloud of asbestos, I guess it's D-day
Now you want me to move and do how you say
Or look into my brain through this glass toupee
Fuck this, how 'bout I just smack you bitch?
Save that 4th Reich boogie for them plastic twits
Or the old women of fate stichin' the casket nits
I'll be drunk on the back of the train takin' a piss
Bumpin' BDP through a Raheem kit
With double d Duracel destiny megamix like
Everything must go
You wanna get on some fly shit
Get on some butterfly to the fire shit
Everything must go
I wanna sell you the dream
I wanna watch you come apart at the seams
Everything must go
You wanna get on some fly shit
Get on some butterfly to the fire shit
Everything must go
I wanna sell you a dream
Get over here and buy, you hoe
Excuse me, little child, why the devious smile?
Well, I've become what I've forsaken and the irony's wild
Are you in charge of this outfit? Nah, not me, cousin
I wrestle distinction from the chompers of a buzzard
Is my mommy in Heaven? Well, she's definitely not here
Now run away and go play with this hatchet and flaming spear
I'm tryna mix up this Molotov, then peel the fuck off
I've got a windmill to tackle, son, polish my gun off
My hot pink millimeter space heater, duck down
Pulled out from the crevice of a triple fat, duck down
Horse hooves and meat I'm glued to the beat grindin'
Stolen hovercraft draggin' a bass stab behind it
Every little phrase is designed for y'all to rewind it
Every brittle phase has an expiration assignment
Eyes wide, the bad man walks alive
With five dimes of sticky, the bush and no 9
Who was trained by Ed Koch to hop a turnstyle
See cop smile, peep cops gun
Now see little juvenile me in Reeboks run
Through the projected transformation of the catacombs, son
Makin' it home's so fun
If you're alone, don't sweat 'cause you're alone with the best
The underrated phrase mason who's leakin' pain to cassette
If you hate lies, don't fret 'cause I can't lie about this
At least I'm honest when I tell you that my mind's full of shit
And sick of skippin' on electrified hop scotch grid
We're double dutchin' to percussion
With this barbed wire rope choker
The most floatinist spoke dope spit, get lit
You're with an ambulance chaser, I strive design sick
C'mon, ma, can I borrow the keys?
My generation is carpooling with doom and disease
Buckle up, skipper
The new american Asterix
You're riding shotty with Jesus of Nascar-eth
At the end of the day, we all sittin' on 24s
365 horses, no horseshit
with nothing but a learner's permit
Delinquents on the autobahn poppin' our airbags off the worthless
I'm not depressed, man
I'm just a fucking New Yorker
Who knows that sittin' in traffic with these bastards is torture
I'll be in a jalopy with a mami getting head rest
And howl at the glowing moon roof as proof that I'm not dead yet
And y'all can all give me the hummer
'Cause in the meantime, I'ma pimp this ride like fly formula one-er
This is the El-Product summer
With a gleam of factory gun metal sheen grey and no vin number
[Chorus:]
Drive, Drive, Drive
Hopped in the hooptie screaming "freedom is mine!"
Drive, Drive, Drive, Drive
Bumpin' the tune I so conveniently provide
Drive, Drive, Drive, Drive, Drive
Don't have to be flashy, I'll use any old ride
Drive, Drive, Drive, Drive
Hop in the whip and peel away, stay alive
Cars slide by with the bomming system
Like New York is Fallujah with metal gear using christians
Posted up for the gods of oil mining
In a military humvee with no bullet proof siding (sorry, guys)
Brooklyn, baby
I'm waterlocked walkin' nervous
When the curfew was imposed closing transportational service
This gonzomatic fear turns me Hunter S. Thompson
With my lawyer leaning over the side view mirror vomiting
You call 'em windows, I call 'em asbestos lesseners
For this wheezing in my chest I'll need more than fucking air fresheners
There ain't no easy pass
Hands on the dash
You'll get rocked in casba if the movement's too fast
Here come the cannon balls, run
Get in your gremlin
The days of thunder's creepin' up sooner than you expected
Paranoid brethren disable their onstar knowing they'll trace us
Pull us over and shout "get out le car!"
[Chorus]
These thugs got the heart of Herbie the Luv Bug
It don't take a speed racing mind to see that they're just stuck
I'll wrap your promo truck with a nambla stencil to prove that you're fucking babies
Frontin' up in a rental
I knew a kid who navigated it slippery
And fuel injected a speed ball on hs way to Atlantic City
Out the race before even making his mark
And now he'll never pick his shit up out of long term parking
My triple A card has one too many initials
And autobot on the fringe of liquid addiction spinning fish-tails
About to careen on some toonces shit off the cliff
But love of the sport of racing is keeping me out of coffins
Camu was like "Fuck it, just keep the beats dirty dusty"
I grabbed the CD radio like "10/4 good buddy"
I'll keep running the track
Even when muddy
'Cause my insurance don't cover leaving the pit crew that love me
So I drive
(feat. Trent Reznor, Rob Sonic)
[Trent Reznor:]
Keep me in the sky, that's all that I cry
I'll become your servant if it's worth your time
Keep me in the sky, that's all that I'll say
I'll become your soldier, at least for this day
Keep me in the sky, that's all that I cry
I'll become your servant if it's worth your time
Keep me in the sky, that's all that I'll say
[El-P:]
I know I haven't been walking a humble path
I know I cursed at your name and then laughed
And though I found it inane to bend calf
The servitude of groveling framed as pained task
I gotta figure, it can't hurt to ask
Suspension of disbelief in uniquely freak flash
Admission of the faithfully shaken, now trapped
30 thousand and dropping it's on and popping at last
[Trent Reznor:]
Keep me in the sky, that's all that I cry
I'll become your servant if it's worth your time
Keep me in the sky, that's all that I'll say
I'll become your soldier, at least for this day
There are no atheists in the foxholes
There is no intellect in the air
There are no scientists on the way down
Just a working example of faith versus physics [x2]
[El-P:]
Flyentology (oh god)
Everybody get your ticket today
Flyentology (oh goD)
Welcome aboard, sir, right this way
Flyentology, flyen-flyentology (oh god)
Our bible is in your seat back pocket
Flyentology (oh god)
Tuck your head between your legs, now pray
I adore you
The same way that others always adored you
Emergency, humility
Just break glass
I implore
With no knowledge of dogma to conform to
I know I don't deserve it, but save my ass
And if I'm going down, let me do it in first class
The paganistic prayer of a heathen with wild past
Please forgive my bastardized style dash
And anoint me with salvation in form of non-crash
I wanna live so bad
All my life, I've been so arrogant
This is the vessel of my 'wakening
Please father, put your hand out
Carry it
I wanna live so bad
All my life, I've been so arrogant
This is the vessel of my 'wakening
God damn it, put your hand out
Carry it
[Trent Reznor:]
There are no atheists in the foxholes
There is no intellect in the air
There are no scientists on the way down
Just a working example of faith versus physics [x2]
[El-P + backing vocals by Trent Reznor:]
This is (oh god)
This is flyentology (oh god)
Flyentology (oh god)
Flyentology (oh god)
[Trent Reznor:]
Keep me in the sky, that's all that I cry
I'll become your servant if it's worth your time
Keep me in the sky, that's all that I'll say
I'll become your soldier, at least for this day [x2]
I'm from Brooklyn
Vandal bedrock
Scandal bedlam
Broken burnt up
New New York speak
New speak, true speak
Universe dirt, burnt a loose leaf
Bomb the casba
Bring the bleeders
Sanity fist fuck such allegiance
Born a trashman
Grew in garbage
Mutant hostage
Do the knowledge
[Chorus:]
I see you all regardless
I know what lies are like
I might have been born yesterday, sir
But I stayed up all night
I see you all regardless
I know this time's a fright
We may have been born yesterday, friends
But we stayed up all night, right?
I'm a young man
I want happy
We deserve that
Dream collapsing
I'm just one man
So damn angry
True confusion
Scared what truth is
Hydrofils
Hide ya face
Say "hi, horseman"
Highest stakes
High again
Well, how 'bout that?
Well, how the fuck else can I react?
[Chorus]
El, you're too preachy
You don't reach me
Right and wrong's hard
You say easy?
Look, they made me
I was normal
On some rap shit
Up rock back spin
Pause, collapse then
Back to windmill
Innocent thrill
So old fashioned
We're all deranged
I'm no different
I wish my hope still existed
Run the blades
Nexus six shit
Life span program final digits
You're my daddy
You'll protect me
I need guidance to live correctly
I can't fight you
Feed me ether
I'm your servant
You're the teacher (Yo, what the fuck, El?)
Oops, sorry
That's the implant talking for me
Yeah yeah yeah~! You know it's a Def Jux party tonight!
Nobody parties like a Def Jux party knahmsayin?
So this what we 'bout to do
I want my girls over here to get y'alls hands up
I want these dudes over here to get they hands up
I want y'all to wild out
If y'all ain't ready to wild out we 'bout to take it there straight up
Show y'all what a real party is like
Y'all ready to go, let's go, let's go, AOWW
Let's go, let's go, YEAH, YEAH
(Once again...)
Yeah I'm feelin real good tonight, this is what we 'bout to do
I want to see how much crowd participation y'all got, say this!
[Chorus 1:]
Hands up - it's the end of your life
All my fellas in the spot gonna do what they like
And say Def Jux (Definitive Jux)
Say Def Jux (Definitive Jux)
World War III's gonna be here tonight
So all my ladies in the spot gonna do what they like
And say Def Jux (Definitive Jux)
Say Def Jux (Definitive Jux)
[Chorus 2:]
George Bush is in the spot tonight
Doin the JAMES - and he's feelin alright
You know Saddam's in the spot tonight
Doin the JAMES - and he's feelin alright
Tony Blair's in the spot tonight
Doin the JAMES - and he's feelin alright
Jacques Chirac's in the spot tonight
Doin the JAMES - we gon' do it all night
[conversation:]
Yeah yeah yeah y'know, yesterday I was down in Fort Mall
These kids tried to step to me like Def Jux wasn't doin it (WHAT~?)
I'm like - dawg, for what, why you steppin up to me like that?
You ain't even know who I am (right)
Y'know, but they like, they're on some stuff like talkin 'bout
El think he's a man, he thinks he knows, this dude's this great asshole
The dude could be an asshole, y'knahmsayin?
He doin his thing! They tryin to be him, but you know
I was tryin to pick my sneaks out anyway
And these kids tried to step back up to me
I'm like - dude, I'm pickin out my sneakers, can I pick out the color or som'n
And they just keep walkin up to just keep sayin this stuff to me
So I'm like yo, yo, if y'all don't back up offa me right now
Yo I promise to God I'm a libel to flip my wig straight up
Straight up [x8, fading]
[El-P]
Let's boil it down to the simplest [x2]
[deep voice - quiet whisper] Ahh, Def Jux is really fresh
Let's boil it down to the simplest [x3]
[deep voice - quiet whisper] Ahh, Def Jux (ONCE AGAIN!)
Let's boil it down to the simplest [x2]
[deep voice - quiet whisper] Ahh, Def Jux is really fresh
My country's crazy baby
Your country's crazy too
We got our weapons ready
You got your weapons too
Let's get these drugs and zone out
Maybe we'll lose our minds
And we can rock this Def Jux music
It's the end of times
[Chorus 1]
[El-P]
Scrams, set the detonators
Yo Cage, we gon wait for your signal
Got the blunder bus? Get it straight into the section
and go straight to the broadcast booth
Yo man, don't even worry about that hold up I'll be with you in a second
I'm just gonna, uhhm, take these shrooms real quick
[Camu Tao]
Yo, yo, ayyo
And I see my niggaz out hollarin "Where them girls at!"
They started picturing dollars and get them girls back
Yo, where did they go?
[El-P]
To the VMA show
On the telly-o
Pirates of the circus city metal show
At every flow
To work absurd word nervous
Stumbling pissy shitty liquor's in me dizzy very slow
Bumpin in Cali-o
[Camu Tao]
Oh no
Spit on her back and have Scrams stumble in and spill a drink on her lap
I'm on the main floor with Pink smacking that ass (ahh!)
While Moby's in the rear givin P-Diddy a lap dance
Welcome to the scam order my dudes up
We +fuckin up cherub+ and piss on seats to his tour bus!
[El-P]
C'mon dawg, runnin amock will waste my lazerface
Before the mushrooms take I'm tryna hear the sound my taser makes
Hop off the bus rubber ducky tape clutch
feelin touched
waiting for the signal from Cage to rush... more
[Camu Tao]
We can't rely on that though we smokin dust moves
[El-P]
Please I got the schematics of the building on brain
Bought 'em off disgruntled janitors lookin to make a change
So fame turns to flames tonight... YAYY!
[Camu Tao]
Yo, trying to fuck up the bars Smokin cigars And breaking glasses
These stars thinkin ghetto and starts to change his accent
Yo, yo dawg, kid rock thinks he's classic
He's plastic got a two-way for Vast to kick his ass kid
[El-P]
Vordul Megala's actin regular
Trying to distract rapper's in back
While we're slip it is a rabid pack of predators
We won't be credited
Most of the greatest revolutionaries of our day and age are labeled
terrorists!
[Camu Tao] Weathermen! Radio!
[El-P] Live in stere-ere-o!
[Camu Tao] Brethren! Take dope!
[El-P] Rise up but not very slow!
[Camu Tao] Camu Tao!
[El-P] Live in stere-ere-o ere-o ere-ere-ere-o
[Camu Tao] Weathermen! Radio!
[El-P] Live in stere-ere-o!
[Camu Tao] Brethren! Take dope!
[El-P] Rise up but not very slow!
[Camu Tao] El P R O
[El-P] Live in stere-ere-o ere-o ere-o
[Camu Tao]
Fuck up the lobby
Runnin with shotty's
Slip into the powder room
Rub on Ashanti
And tell her that she turned in buckets of piss
To put it in the chain stores and you'll claim it's a hit
[El-P]
OOOOO! DAWG! I think these shrooms just hit
I had schematics memorized but all I'm think about's tits
And for any sick witted, see if you can murk with her kid
And I will place it in a stroller get some milk on my lips
[Camu Tao]
C'mon man, yo stick with the plan
When Guiliani steps on the stage +well call up your canon+
When Sherryl Crow starts her squackin we'll beat up her hands
They're trying to brainwash us with keys and video cams
[El-P]
Guiliani? Well that's Moussilini believe me moo
This scene's dreamy dude dolly out
clocks melted and shit
It's fear and loathing in NY script
But I'm gonna try and put this scope in his rib and get biz
And plug a dummy in that fascist standing next to that bitch
She shoulda never left Las Vegas now I'm gunnin for twits
That ho's fourty six singing about she's soakin and shit
[Camu Tao]
+God and philasophin's+ takin over this kid (woo!)
And we need to act fast and take over this shit
+Call yak+ to slash tires on all of they whips
[El-P]
My beautiful people so glad to meet you
You're dressed so nicely
They call me El-Producto all up in your stereo-ereo
Here to greet you
+Tail host the blunder bus hill+ easily reach you
[Camu Tao] Weathermen! Radio!
[El-P] Live in stere-ere-o!
[Camu Tao] Brethren! Take dope!
[El-P] Rise up but not very slow!
[Camu Tao] Camu Tao!
[El-P] Live in stere-ere-o ere-o ere-ere-ere-o
[Camu Tao] Weathermen! Radio!
[El-P] Live in stere-ere-o!
[Camu Tao] Brethren! Take dope!
[El-P] Rise up but not very slow!
[Camu Tao] El P R O
[El-P] Live in stere-ere-o ere-o ere-o
[El-P]
Fuckers
Fuck all these faggot ass crews out here trying to take our spot
Weathermen
Weathermen
[El-P]
I became toxic allotted in badly shaded cement fuselages
of juvenile non-approval and loosely smoker's school cut abandonment
Where great expected movement tossed itself to the brain otters and shakily
faded in my timeline to something honestly hard to stand
(if that's not a booby trap) I would muse, stepping on Nike Uptown abuse
Yeah the darkest blue swoosh and cathartic ruse faction of, a B-Boy enacted
as truly city all-bomber and my thoughts followed the color chart on the
A-train country, hovering under the A-Frame structures bloody
And if I closed my optics I could trace the lines lovely they said: You'll
start your life between pause tape slices and muddy
kicks that lick the salt off your neck
and its more than apparent your portable parent with the
built-in mic might like sinister syllable smart tongue more than your
teachers do, that's two schools booted from on some dumb shit
young menace, get the message, bad medicine, restless, sad jettison rejection
had to endith the lesson
I used to do an impression of Buff after lunch outside the cage, making faces
Kelley green with envy grimace, that's my gimmick
went with truancy and the bad apple, and it slowly formed my spirit
so when I couldn't fit the scholastic structure of my peers I didn't fear it
(and it was) air brush on the pants leg and, name cut in the back of the head and
cipher in the subway without money in my pocket then
recognize this is the new truth, we refuse to suckle the empires ruse
original box-cutter walker who talk to rebuild a new living proof
see me as a banshee, as the illest motherfucker since Oedipus
monkey number one million with a typewriter, flipping tempest text
left evidence, simple-headed vagrants try to chase where Forest's feather went
darts exit us, and still leave enough alive to join the exodus
fresh as fuck, best of luck, better lead banality rally quest
stuck writer might flip, vvvvvroooom! Excitebike bitch
enter the hellafied Fat-Boys-slash-BDP hybrid founder of
militant anti-mime fraction, operate on the fringes of establishment
binge on erratic shit, fabric knit, got you riverdancing in lederhosen for woodchips
step into the Def Jux office auditions like: "sausage"
Jam Master Jay would've shot you (I stopped him)
Sorcerer, nitroglycerin in truck driving through rainforest unstable
Rawkus was like, "we're gonna take this label to another level"
(fuck that) I'm gonna take this level to another label
Anti-pop composer, sonically robbing the nation
when I strap on a blue cardigan we can be neighbors (do lasers)
water douse fire now, fire bad, fire blank at bastard Bladerunner bliss
shotgiven(miss), another bargain bin opportunity moment clipped
I was a B-Boy once, I really gave a fuck (still do)
When you were trading episodes at laser tag academy I was applying
for most sinister mister brainfuck crown confront
The loudest son of the transistor rubble box
damage and shit like open-handed palm brandishing
letting the hurt live where it landed... Like that
[chorus]
This is for New Jacks trying to decide where they fit (get busy)
Destroy the walls when you spit
For writers with a Krylon image brain print (translate it)
Leave your name dripping from bricks
For cats who covet fame with my name on their lips (re-think it)
you're sucking poison milk from fake tits
This is for kids worried about the apocalypse (do something)
(Don't look now, we're coming...)
I plug the ladies in
Mum kept the babies in
Do right Do right Do right Do right Do right [x3]
I plug the ladies in
Mum kept the babies in
Do right Do right ... [x7]
I saw a dream flow slow
And saw youre haemoglobin
With jackles from every trade
With boogie faces from motors
She's walking beneath the rain
Connected by flesh extensions
While I've been through every puddle
My little walkers connected and...
I shout grate the biscuits
Grip the slip and repeat it
Baby boys in the puddle
And mothers sent us to pen again
This is the big fear
And I'm reaching up from the swamp in here
I'm taking away the trust
While the screaming can turn the a saint (?)
She wrote
Throw us out in a week
With a flash little man huddle
And infinate maternal wear
We used to sleep on cardboard
I stutter with chopped image
Of rapping while she listens to playing
I heard of trouble funk
Wake me with a sentance
I saw you're dream flow slow
And saw you're heamoglobin
With teddy (?) cut daggers
And tusslin' with monster motors
You wouldn't stop water choking
He has that vein of magic
And I slip below the city far below the big eratic
I plug the ladies in
Mum kept the babies in
Do right... [x3]
I plug the ladies in
Mum kept the babies in
Do right Do right... [x3]
When I say he I mean I
(Can prevail)
When I say you I mean we
(Will prevail)
When I say she I mean God
(Give us streangth)
Do right do right do right do right do right... [x5]
I saw you're dream flow slow
And saw you're haemoglobin
Wher emotions cause no emotions
A peddle door opens on
Mob smile
Dat style
The diss manoevers other little child
Look to the side lines where I shine upon mu time
The Physic declines through sharp finds and blood lines
Upon the heath the dew remains cold
Though the sun shines
The other
Speak not of it
The moon will drag the oceans tide and then my heart will split
Back hunch
Eyes well
Thoughts mutilate a slide show
The darkest thoughts were used in a row
Wher did the child go?
A kiss is floating throught the air but never landed
Will you accept all these excuses in exchange for understanding
We saw a dream flow slow
And saw you're haemoglobin
Wher our love resembles clothing
And the beats are human clothing
And the thoughts of focus of consistence
supersidal magic
I slip beyond myself into the realms of bad magic
I plug the ladies in
Mum kept the babies in
[Hook]
Say goodbye to the old me,
'Cause its startin' to seem like everybody knows me now,
All the competition I don't see,
I won't stop and I'm letting nothing slow me down,
With no setbacks, I keep goin'
Forward, no lookin' back, I keep goin'
So sick when I spit on these tracks, I keep goin'
I keep goin', I, I keep goin'
[Verse 1]
You know who it is, the new whiteboy you rockin' with,
The next hot topic and I aint just sure, I'm positive,
Me and everyone that I'm ridin' with takin' off like a rocketship
Headin' straight to the top, while you lames do the opposite,
You got ya hustle, I aint knockin' it, but dawg don't even try to spit
As hot as me, shit, I spit so ill I left my doctor sick,
Competition couldn't see me with binoculars,
Accomplishing my dreams, the least you could do is acknowledge it,
Use ya noggin before I gotta split, it,
Think who you're talkin' to, shut up is what you ought to do,
You should've already knew I spit hot like the
Forehead of a kid who caught the flu, haters don't even got a clue,
Everything I cop is new, even the chain and watch is too,
Enough ice to build a igloo and thats including a
Doorway that you could even walk in through,
Act like I'm new, but I been doin' this most of my life,
And now its time to show the whole world what I can do
[Hook]
Say goodbye to the old me,
'Cause its startin' to seem like everybody knows me now,
All the competition I don't see,
I won't stop and I'm letting nothing slow me down,
With no setbacks, I keep goin'
Forward, no lookin' back, I keep goin'
So sick when I spit on these tracks, I keep goin'
I keep goin', I, I keep goin'
[Verse 2]
I keep flowin' so insane, so in my zone,
'Cause I'm so in my own lane and I'm goin' straight
To the top, tell the competition they gon' lose and you hatin' dudes
Can get jumped like you're tryin' to box with Kangaroos,
I'm makin' moves, yeah that kid go hard for sure,
Getting what I deserve, and y'all can mark my words,
Feel the excitement build soon as I start a verse
'Cause I stay with hot lines, like telemarketers,
These dudes are hardly worth a listen, just a waste of time,
I pass right by 'em, get to the top and make it mine,
'Cause half the songs being played are unbearable,
Watch me rip this competition apart 'cause they're all tearable,
Let 'em jump without a parachute, leave 'em free-fallin'
They say I'm nuts and I be goin' all out, call it free-ballin'
Yeah, you'll never see me staulin', a workaholic,
I'm all in..
[Hook]
Say goodbye to the old me,
'Cause its startin' to seem like everybody knows me now,
All the competition I don't see,
I won't stop and I'm letting nothing slow me down,
With no setbacks, I keep goin'
Forward, no lookin' back, I keep goin'
So sick when I spit on these tracks, I keep goin'
I keep goin', I, I keep goin'
Say goodbye to the old me,
'Cause its startin' to seem like everybody knows me now,
All the competition I don't see,
I won't stop and I'm letting nothing slow me down,
With no setbacks, I keep goin'
Forward, no lookin' back, I keep goin'
So sick when I spit on these tracks, I keep goin'
[Chorus:]
Can I get your number?
and is it cool to call you on the under (Let me Know)
I heard that you had a guy, but if you feel that he's not treating you right (Let me Know)
If you wanna give me a chance, we could start our own little romance (Let me Know)
Just Let me Know
Everynight when I'm thinking of you,
Are you thinking of me the same way too? (Let me Know)
And everything that he can do
Girl I promise I could do the same for you (Let me Know)
I'll go the extra mile and make sure its worth your while (Let me Know)
Just Let me Know
[Verse 1: Patrick]
Baby, from the very first time I saw you
I couldn't believe my eyes
Cause never. Have I seen a girl who was so fine
But I had to keep my cool
Cause I couldn't lose it in front of you (No No)
[Patrick and (B5)]
Whats up (with that fella)
Huh.That I saw you with
(I can see it) In your face, He needs 2 be replaced
Cause you know that he's a busta and he don't know how to love ya
[Chorus:]
Can I get your number?
and is it cool to call you on the under (Let me Know)
I heard that you had a guy, if you feel that he's not treating you right (Let me Know)
If you wanna give me a chance, we could start our own kind of romance (Let me Know)
Just Let me Know
[Verse 2]
[Patrick:] Since we didn't know really much about each other
Started up on the phone
Im not that type of fella
That likes to be alone
Whatever you wanna do. I'm leavin' it up to you. Just let me know, let me know
[Bridge: (B5) and Patrick]
(Let me Know)
If you like chillin'
(Let me know)
If you like hangin'
(Let me Know)
If you like spendin'
(Let me Know)
Cause girl I'm willin'
(Let me Know)
before it gets deep will you let him go?
If you really want me let me know
[B5:] Can I get your number?
and is it cool to call you on the under (Let me Know)
I heard that you had a guy, if you feel that he's not treating you right (Let me Know)
If you wanna give me a chance, we could start our own little romance (Let me Know)
Just Let me Know
Everynight when I'm thinking of you,
Are you thinking of me with the same way too? (Let me Know)
And everything that he can do
Girl I promise I could do the same for you (Let me Know)
I go the extra mile and make sure it is worth your while (Let me Know)
Just Let me Know
[Chorus:]
Can I get your number?
and is it cool to call you on the under (Let me Know)
I heard that you had a guy, if you feel that he's not treating you right (Let me Know)
If you wanna give me a chance, we could start our own kind of romance (Let me Know)
EL-2-BEE! Cyssero in the buildin'!
From Philly to New Haven, we get it poppin'!
What's good? Let's rock nigga!
[EL2Bee:]
Now who you know fit the description of having the illest flow?
The ambitional individual spittin' with Cyssero,
An original lyricist dishin' hits out in a row,
Never dip low in the distance,
A disaster when you dissin' though.
With additional damage 'til your condition is critical,
Never missin' a syllable with efficient flow, getting' dough,
Fresh on the floor with a tilted fitted for fashion visits though,
Wrist is so Jacob & Co., now watch the glisten glow.
It's a new game, Luke came, new day, new name
E-L-2-B, two "E"s, two chains,
New fame, coop with a new frame, blue flame,
Lookin' like Sonic switchin' through lanes.
Yah dudes lame, I'm cruising, stayin' cool like Lupe,
Luke stay on top like a toupee, touché.
I run through these dumb dudes, they too uncool,
I let 'em do what's done and left for me to undo.
[Chorus:]
Until all the bottles pop, tell 'em all don't stop,
Until everybody rockin' in the spot, don't stop,
To all my ladies getting' low on the flo', don't stop
And I tell 'em don't stop, and I'm yellin' don't stop.
Now get it poppin' all night and get live, don't stop
You getting' money with ya honey on ya side? Don't stop
And I tell 'em don't stop, and I'm yellin' don't stop.
And I tell 'em don't stop, and I'm yellin' don't stop.
[Bridge:]
Until I take it to the top I won't stop, don't stop,
You know I got to make it hot, I won't stop, don't stop,
Never stoppin', don't stop, get it poppin', don't stop
Never stoppin', don't stop, get it poppin', don't stop
[Cyssero:]
Man damn a fight, I bang the hammer nice.
Black Dickies, black mask, bandana white.
If I'm your mans then I'm down if the scam is tight,
But no matter what I always keep the hammer right
So it's easy to reach, 'cause it's hard to learn a lesson, but it's easy to teach
It's that lil' nigga known for the greeziest speech,
Stay loyal, when it's on you'll be needin' ya peeps right?
Man it's a job not to kill niggas
They plot to creep, got to sleep with them steel triggers,
They got the nerve to ask why I don't feel niggas,
Got to stay real so you only got real niggas.
When I dump the thang out, I'm a show you niggas what my fuckin' game 'bout,
Show you what my cock back, buck, and aim 'bout,
If you cross me I'll blow ya fuckin' brains out.
[Chorus:]
Until all the bottles pop, tell 'em all don't stop,
Until everybody rockin' in the spot, don't stop,
To all my ladies getting' low on the flo', don't stop
And I tell 'em don't stop, and I'm yellin' don't stop.
Now get it poppin' all night and get live, don't stop
You getting' money with ya honey on ya side? Don't stop
And I tell 'em don't stop, and I'm yellin' don't stop.
And I tell 'em don't stop, and I'm yellin' don't stop.
[Bridge:]
Until I take it to the top I won't stop, don't stop,
You know I got to make it hot, I won't stop, don't stop,
Never stoppin', don't stop, get it poppin', don't stop
Never stoppin', don't stop, get it poppin', don't stop
[EL2Bee:]
I don't stop, flow energizer, I keep at it,
My speech rapid, I never breathe when I speak like I'm asthmatic.
Attack pads with pens when I take a stab at it,
Rap addict, master beats like a bad habbit,
And my crew so cool, new jays and wearin' black,
Now we in the back with two jays like a pair of jacks,
I ace tracks, these whacks ain't prepared to rap,
When I'll spit off the top of my head like a New Era cap.
But I don't care 'bout being fair so be aware of that,
The whole rock star look, never see me wearin' that,
But you can't not see me when I whip that Lamborghini,
Speedin' then I pull up and park her (parker) like Sarah's last
Name, I'm a maniac, zany braniac,
Gold chain never fade like a high top like I brought the 80's back.
Fresh Adidas, noddin' my head to 80's rap,
They paved the way so now it's my day to make it last.
[Chorus:]
Until all the bottles pop, tell 'em all don't stop,
Until everybody rockin' in the spot, don't stop,
To all my ladies getting' low on the flo', don't stop
And I tell 'em don't stop, and I'm yellin' don't stop.
Now get it poppin' all night and get live, don't stop
You getting' money with ya honey on ya side? Don't stop
And I tell 'em don't stop, and I'm yellin' don't stop.
And I tell 'em don't stop, and I'm yellin' don't stop.
[Bridge:]
Until I take it to the top I won't stop, don't stop,
You know I got to make it hot, I won't stop, don't stop,
Never stoppin', don't stop, get it poppin', don't stop
[EL2Bee:]
Fresh out the East Coast with a flow you ain't ever heard before,
Consumin' green like a herbivore,
Killin' every beat you hear me spit some verses for,
And most these rappers faker than the skin color on cast members of Jersey Shore,
Say word, I spit sicker than herpes sores when I rip the
Microphone to pieces and proceed to roll the sticky,
Only hittin' kush or piff I guess because I'm picky,
Black Wallin' on the East,
Tell Game to come and get me,
I got shotgun in a 6-4, rockin' Chucks and Dickies,
Spittin' with a smooth speech,
Got a flow slicker than Mitchy,
Got the whole click with me and we all match in black,
Pockets fatter than the ass on Nicki so just step back
And relax, grab a bag of the piff and some zig-zags,
Light up and sit back and listen to me spit raps that
Are sicker than the itch of a rash, now that I'm back
With a flow so patent that
You could smell it straight through the bag,
It's that Kush...
[Akon:]
I know you tryin' to get high,
Type of shit that have you leaning sideways,
Take a wiff of this Suicide,
Holla at me cause I got it all day,
No need to fly to Jamaica
For the ganja, we can get the same thing,
You want that bomb, bomb, diggy,
Holla at my niggi right here in LA
(Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale)
We get that kush, we blow on the best smoke
Inhale slow, no choke
Make yo ass choke
Hold up wait a minute
You can go put it back
Cause what you got in yo sack boy, it ain't that,
Ain't that Kush, we blow on the best smoke
Inhale slow, no choke
Make yo ass choke
(Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale)
[Game:]
Niggas put my face on the milk carton, take the shit off
'Cause I've been home with the kids instead of breaking shit off,
I'm asthmatic, aftermath-matic, Dre want me in the booth,
The room better be padded 'cause I'm loco,
Psychotic, six hundred wide body,
Lost a couple mill last year, but why cry about it?
Westside got a nigga back, so I throw my dubs up,
Never leave without my strap, it's like that,
Got palm tree's, we comin' through on three's,
The A-F-T-E-R-M-A-T-H, nigga we got a army,
Aftermath general, one love to fifty,
I ain't seen him in a minute though, used to be my nigga yo,
Money change niggas, but we the same nigga,
Add fuel to the fire, that makes the flame bigger,
But sometimes ego's clash with desert eagles,
But I'll stayed loyal to the city where the weed grow (Compton)
(Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale)
[Akon:]
I know you tryin' to get high,
Type of shit that have you leaning sideways,
Take a wiff of this Suicide,
Holla at me cause I got it all day,
No need to fly to Jamaica
For the ganja, we can get the same thing,
You want that bomb, bomb, diggy,
Holla at my niggi right here in LA
Hold up, wait a minute
Let me put some beats up in it
Hold up, wait a minute
This is it, all the suspense was buildin' up to this,
I can't slip with tension buildin', but I feel I got a grip,
I can't sit, concealin' up this illness when I'm sick,
Still sittin' in self-pity feelin' like shit,
But I persist spittin' even though I co-exist
With opposites who resist knowin' what this talent is,
But I stick to the script simply 'cause I'm itchin' to get in the biz,
Send 'em everythin' I'm pitchin', a hit or a miss,
Hidden as the sickest lyric spitter whos slicker than Rick,
Switch and assist lyricis, start re-livin' what's missed,
And give 'em lyrical hits beneficial for bliss
Where people never beef for publicity, epiphany this?
I mean pick any several different artists out from a list,
Give 'em a listen and they all say the same typical shit,
Yet with nonsense visible, they still manage to get
A salary with more than six digits and figure they sick,
But I'm slittin' they wrists when my skill slips through my lips
With a gift sendin' 'em seventy inches in to a ditch,
Can you dig it? If they dissin' I'm dismissin they click
'Cause they no competition with my position so riddle me this,
Why critics belittle me spittin? 'Cause I'm I'll and they pissed,
They throwin' fits, still tryin' to get rid of me quick,
In addition to supplyin' meaningful compositions,
I stay calm then react like a bomb after the final tick,
That's it, I'm switchin' sides like a Jekyl and Hyde,
A monster disguised behind gentleman eyes,
Sent to revive the game whether it's dead or alive,
Never settle 'til I'm the greatest and I don't say it, I just let 'em decide,
The medallions bright from the diamonds inside,
I slide through with a dime to my side when it's time to reside
In V.I.P., where the lounge is, with countless of my
Counterparts surroundin' me all around and they bound to be down to ride,
So if you clowns collide, you know it's goin' down inside,
I lay 'em down and slide and use my girl house as an alibi,
Go ahead and try to find somebody 'bout as fly,
You won't 'cause with my amount of pride, who knows what I'm bound to buy,
A couple new jays or a new chain, I can't decide,
See me poppin' tags while I'm coppin' what you fantasize,
And when I'm rhymin', every line is tight you can't deny it,
I shine and leave some spotlight on anyone I stand beside,
I'm tryin' to get signed, but I'm goin' out my mind,
So I might as well knock the ideas out of yours and make 'em mine,
'Cause I'm crazy, my style astounds cats,
I'll run up in your town fast and rob your bank in a clown mask,
Then bounce back in a day or two at the same bank,
Doing the same thing I did last time like déjà vu,
And still get away with it, better than your favorite,
I been away a minute, now I'm back sicker than an AIDS clinic,
Exchange digits with your chick, the game? I'm insane with it,
If your chains exquisite, you ain't goin' to remain with it,
More dangerous than the chick Akon was singin' 'bout,
I'm the best out and there ain't a thing to think about,
Give me a list with every artist out and their single now
And each of 'em could get singled out to have the worst single out,
Picture the game as the ocean, everyones just sailin' 'round,
I swim out, puncture their career and watch 'em sink and drown,
If there's any competition tell T.I. to bring 'em out,
Shout out the king of the south, pull out out your rag and swing it 'round,
These clowns 'bout as fly as a plane with no flight,
My chain frosted with ice like your car after a cold night,
My flow nice, I be spittin' what the pros like,
Back like the boxer's third chance after being KO'd twice,
Though I never left like a boxer who only throws rights,
I don't bark, I bite like Mike Tyson with no fight,
Light flashin' on the ice cause the effect of a strobe light,
They so right, eL2Bees the best out is what they tellin' me,
I never settle, so at my level they will never be,
Clever with the words, stay ahead of my enemies
Especially when my foots on the pedal and I cruise like Penelope,
Tea-kettle flow, I spew heat except through beats,
My crew creeps when we roll up like loose sleeves,
I'm in another class with the paper like loose-leaf,
Chop it up with your chick in fly kicks like Bruce Lee,
Luke speak so smoothly, never let the haters move me,
Lookin' mean while I'm all up in the scene like a movie,
If dudes want beef? The we pull up on 'em fast
If the dudes tryin' to eat? Then I put 'em on a fast,
Make 'em lose weight, try to escape, it's too late,
The stakes are too high for you, only I could choose fate,
I'm too great, just tryin' to earn my new place,
Tryin' to make room like a fat person in skinny jeans with no loose waist,
Never lose faith 'til I'm livin' the dream you chase,
So my whole state of minds on the grind like loose brakes
With no traction, so you know there's no slackin'
No relaxin', I cut a track so action packed
You hear it and act as if you getting' attacked and
You and raps a fatal attraction, a disaster waitin' to happen,
I'm a master at every craft I have with back to back passions,
So pass me the chance or I snatch it without askin', I'm not actin'
So I act as real as a car crash accident that you weren't expectin' to happen,
Like I spit whiplash and
I spaz like a serial rapper, killin' every track and
Click-Clack, I'm back, The Elm City Assassin
I don't think you'll ready, I'd like to welcome ya...
Okay, it's your boy Luke and I'm back in the booth,
Or I could cruise real smooth, laid back in a coop,
With the new 22's lookin' platinum too,
Or look cool in a blue Cadillac with a detachable roof,
[Hook:]
It's your boy Luke and I'm back in the booth, (whatup)
Back in the booth, back, back in the booth (ayy)
It's your boy Luke and I'm back in the booth, (whatup)
Back in the booth, back, back in the booth (ayy)
It's your boy Luke, it's your, it's your boy Luke (yup)
It's your boy Luke and I'm back in the booth, (Heyy)
It's your boy Luke and I'm back in the booth, (whatup)
It's your boy Luke and I'm back in the booth,
[Verse 1:]
Now while you drivin' Geos, I be ridin' regal in the whip,
Bank account like a casino, call me Reno with the chips,
And I stay with the green like Gino, spent a c-note on the kicks,
And I be known for that crazy flow, be like Cee-Lo when I spit,
And I'm on point like a needle and like Ne-Yo I'm so sick,
Haters, catch me if you can, I be like Leo when I dip,
Cooler than Carlito, leavin' with a trio of the chicks,
Better leave before the heat blow and it's lethal
Like I'm freethrowin' torpedoes at your people, G-E-T low if you slip
EL2Bee so blessed like Nino, bracelet freo on the wrist,
Hotter than a cappuccino so the haters be so pissed,
And I be flyer than an eagle rollin' deep up with the click,
So keep hatin' on the low d-low, homie we don't give a shit,
I'm dope, I speak dro and be flowin' the piff,
Show up windows tinted, rollin' with the seat low in a 6-
4, go find somebody better, you won't 'cause he don't exist,
[Hook:]
It's your boy Luke and I'm back in the booth, (whatup)
Back in the booth, back, back in the booth (ayy)
It's your boy Luke and I'm back in the booth, (whatup)
Back in the booth, back, back in the booth (ayy)
It's your boy Luke, it's your, it's your boy Luke (yup)
It's your boy Luke and I'm back in the booth, (Heyy)
It's your boy Luke and I'm back in the booth, (whatup)
It's your boy Luke and I'm back in the booth,
[Verse 2:]
When I step on the block I get respect and props,
So if you disrespectin', stop 'cause the click I got
Will come through and check your spot then wreck your top,
And knock your top off your neck and make your necklace drop,
Better confess I'm hot, I just guess your not,
Only battle me if you got a deathwish ock,
My flow hot, so I spit flames when I rap it,
Just copped a new mic for the booth 'cause the last ones in ashes,
I'm passionate and dedicated to makin' a classic,
I kill track, throw the instrumental tape in a casket,
'Cause I'm back in the studio and makin' it happen,
I'm cakin' and my stacks snap and break the elastic,
Look, I spit the flame to get the fame,
I whip the range, I'm switchin' lanes,
I spit the game to get your dame,
Your shits the same? Dismiss the claim,
Your clicks a shame, consistin' lames,
My click ain't sane, we quick to aim,
We'll flip your frame and strip your chain,
Get in my way? You'll get the same,
[Hook:]
It's your boy Luke and I'm back in the booth, (whatup)
Back in the booth, back, back in the booth (ayy)
It's your boy Luke and I'm back in the booth, (whatup)
Back in the booth, back, back in the booth (ayy)
It's your boy Luke, it's your, it's your boy Luke (yup)
It's your boy Luke and I'm back in the booth, (Heyy)
It's your boy Luke and I'm back in the booth, (whatup)
Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Cheaaahhhhh, eL-2-Bee!
[Chorus:]
See I don't really care if you don't like me,
'Cause nobody likes you 'cause you not like me,
So stop 'cause beatin' me is not likely,
You can rock the mic but you ain't hot like me.
They want to rap like me, want to act like me,
Be never scared like me, never care like me,
They want to walk like me, try and talk like me,
But at the end of the day they still not like me.
[Verse 1:]
I'm back, you know this now notice that no kid
Could roll with or hold this microphone with no grip,
With eL2Bee, it's hopeless, it's officially mixed
To show how my flow is, I'm disobedient.
I'm in the zone, never slip, there's no scripts, I'm no kid,
So don't get it twisted, Ne-Yo flow, I'm so sick,
This whole industrys slowin' not knowin my shit,
While I'm in the streets rollin', dope flow is so piff,
I am sophisticated, whole click has motives
To blow big, get known and we hopin'
We won't dispose what we wrote so expose a dosage
'Cause my flows so potent I show it
Before I explode and though this
Gold ropes 'round my throat, I don't choke,
There's no notion to blow my composure so show no emotion,
Your whole click get KO'd, I hold down for So Focused
Raps own Al Capone and I'm back fully loaded.
[Chorus:]
See I don't really care if you don't like me,
'Cause nobody likes you 'cause you not like me,
So stop 'cause beatin' me is not likely,
You can rock the mic but you ain't hot like me.
They want to rap like me, want to act like me,
Be never scared like me, never care like me,
They want to walk like me, try and talk like me,
But at the end of the day they still not like me.
[Verse 2:]
'Cause I'm back at last, in all black with a mask,
An assassin attackin' these bastards who actin' and
Actually have been stackin' this cash and
Lackin' the passion I have when I'm rappin'.
And laugh in they face when my face becomes plastered
In magazines and have my dream actually happen,
And after all that, there's still no relaxin',
I'm crashin' award shows and snatchin platinum plaques,
And slap the upperclass 'cause I'm back in action
With an everlastin' imagination,
Assassinatin' all these cats who hatin'
And these basketcases who're infatuated with
Exaggerating my every move 'til I snap and come back
To clap and leave they cranium cracked so fast that
You can't even react and to exasperate that,
Have 'em wrapped in plastic with elastic wrapped 'round
His back with maskin' tape strapped with a pack of TNT attached,
And just happened to grab a bag of chips and sit back and relax
From 'bout fifty feet back and wait for the last five seconds you have.
And when the blast happens your body detaches
And your torso gets blown past your lower half.
Then after the madness I go 'round and grab
Every part that you had and have 'em packed in casket
Then thrown in the back of a black hearse that's lathered
In gasoline and light a book of matches and pass 'em
Back and forth 'til one of 'em catches and laugh,
I'm fascinated by the fire so I gaze into the flames,
And daze off with no reaction on my face,
Then snap back and recap everything that just happened.
Dash off into the night and the lights fade to black and
The curtains close, I'm gone in a flash and that's that.
The spastic rapper went mad and spazzed,
And this is what happens when you extract reality from rap.
[Chorus:]
See I don't really care if you don't like me,
'Cause nobody likes you 'cause you not like me,
So stop 'cause beatin' me is not likely,
You can rock the mic but you ain't hot like me.
They want to rap like me, want to act like me,
Be never scared like me, never care like me,
They want to walk like me, try and talk like me,
But at the end of the day they still not like me.
See I don't really care if you don't like me,
'Cause nobody likes you 'cause you not like me,
And these wannabes want to be at the top like me
But they stay at the bottom 'cause they ain't hot like me.
They want to rap like me, want to act like me,
Be never scared like me, never care like me,
They want to walk like me, try and talk like me,
[Kid Cudi:]
All the crazy shit I did tonight,
Those will be the best memories,
I just wanna let it go for the night,
That would be the best therapy for me.
[Verse 1: eL2Bee]
You know me, gotta beast the remix,
Spit a sixteen that'll leave 'em speechless,
See this, I be with the cream like peaches,
Stay with more rocks than shallow beaches,
Never underdress, I be fresh to death, uh,
They say that I'm the best, you can guess the rest, uh,
Stickin out my chest like Carmen Electra,
Back on the scene like a desperate extra,
Hey now, I be on the move like A.I.,
Say I ain't recognized, they say why?
I don't know, 'cause I got soul like De La?
Been an outkast like dude singin Hey Ya?
Everyday I be up on the grind to stay fly,
Like a plane, I stay high, say hi
And wave to my fans and tell the haters say la
Vi, chicks screamin like Trey Songz Say Ahhh
What if I live my dream? You never know (Yeah)
What if I make it, got the streets sayin so,
Show 'em I ain't playin, they sayin that I succeed,
What if I'm in a mansion lookin at this as a memory?
[Hook:]
Hey, hey...
Yeah, yeah...
Hey, hey...
Yeah, yeah... [x2]
[Kid Cudi:]
All the crazy shit I did tonight,
Those will be the best memories,
I just wanna let it go for the night,
That would be the best therapy for me. [x2]
[Verse 2: eL2Bee]
I'm back, I be sittin really timid in a 'lac,
City livin with the women in the back,
Never runnin outta gas, never crash, 120 in the dash,
Gettin money and lookin bummy is somethin of the past,
Relaxed in the V.I.P. chillin so calm,
Pop off, treat the V.I.P. like SOCOM,
I'm a beast and I'm positive like protons,
That's why you see me rippin every beat I flow on,
I'm a king, no kong, tell the haters beware,
Be fair, an MC better than me is rare,
And where you dyin to be? I be there,
Declare me a beast, MCs should be scared,
Chicks fiendin, I give 'em the fix like repair,
We cheefin, blowin the piff in the air,
Rollin deep and haters actin unaware,
And yeah it's gettin late, but I don't really care, care...
[Kid Cudi:]
It's gettin late, but I don't mind...
It's gettin late, but I don't mind...
It's gettin late, but I don't mind...
It's gettin late, but I don't mind... [x2]
[Hook:]
Hey, hey...
Yeah, yeah...
Hey, hey...
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