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I'll Sleep When You're Dead

by EL-P

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1.
i saw this kid walkin' 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 grey 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 its of another nit he leaned his head back and inhaled the newpy 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 the whole design got my mind cryin' if i'm lyin' i'm dyin' if i'm 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: kings county brotherhood of the working wounded wounded working city unit taking out the trash and strappin' in... lets get it movin' stupid many men make moves more useless use abuse quick losers, juiceless bitch either speak the truth or you leave toothless 2 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 a 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 your futures uncertain here now the plot smears on the wall said your futures uncertain here now the plot smears on the wall
2.
fell asleep late, neon buzz p.t.s. stress, we do drugs city air strange, sticky lungs mayor doomburg gives no funds and im 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 in a world of super duper whores the kids just want a little more little tycos do the bloody mind sex with a veterans décor 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 where the walls talk your defiances and alliances were made with a fugitive dash after class to harass the gods of fame 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 why should i be sober when god is so clearly dusted out his mind, with cherubs puffin a bundle tryna remember why he even tried down here it’s 30% every year to fund the world’s end, but im broke on atlantic ave tryna cop the bootleg instead pure savage established hard rock talk circa 93 proof walked the high road to infinity with simily 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, tryna wait for the next boot and it drops when 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 (woop) el producto sorta strange, they say he stares at you long range perhaps he’s lookin’ at us all with his thousand yard gaze and he sees how mc's became contorted with their own lies and went from battle rap to gun talk like we ain’t notice the change (yeah right) its the city i broke down in, the velour couture township where they lost the rock box batteries and forgot how shit was founded and critics all see me twisted, they dont get my whole existence and actual b boy braniac who'll smack you out your mittens now i feel that motherfuckers owe me dap for contributing actual raps thats 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 a pair of puerto-rock 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 dont 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 im cryin fell asleep late, neon buzz, p.t.s. stress, we do drugs city air strange, sticky lungs mayor doomburg gives no funds and im 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
3.
Up All Night 02:36
i’m from brooklyn, vandal bedrock, scandal bedlam, broken burnt up new ny speak, new speak true speak, universe dirt, burnt to loose leaf bomb the casba, bring the bleeders, sanity fist fuck such allegiance born a trashman, grew in garbage, mutant hostage, do the knowledge 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 times 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 dam angry, true confusion, scared what truth is hydrofoils, hide ya face, say hi horsemen, highest stakes high again, well how ‘bout that, well how the fuck else can i react? 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 times a fright we may have been born yesterday friends, but we stayed up all night right? 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 cant fight you, feed me ether, i’m your servant, you’re the teacher yo what the fuck el? oops so sorry, that’s the implant talking for me 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 times a fright we may have been born yesterday friends, but we stayed up all night Right?
4.
EMG 04:31
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 alter 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 a the train, hometown starscream the system, ninja star the cassette deck, lazarface 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 digi-pack slashed in your neck, your figitin with a 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 its 2 fly the roof of the witnessing spot was bk, a cloud of asbestos i guess it’s d day no 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 stitchin their casket nits i’ll be drunk on the back of the train takin a piss bumpin bdp through a raheem kit, with a 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 ho yeah this kid asked my who the fuck i thought i was i was like… this 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 hoofs and meat im glued to the beat, grindin, stolen hovercraft draggin a bass stab behind it every little phrase is designed for yall to rewind it, every brittle phase has an expiration assignment eyes wide, the bad man walks alive with 5 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 no sweat, cause you’re alone with the best, the under rated phrase mason whos leakin’ pain to cassette if you hate lies don’t fret, cause i cant lie about this, at least im 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 your with an ambulance chaser i strive design sick everything must go
5.
Drive 04:13
c’mon mom, can i borrow the keys? my generation is car pooling with doom and disease buckle up skipper, the new american asterix, you’re riding shotty with jesus of nascareth at the end of the day we all sittin’ on 24’s, 365 horses, no horseshit with nothing but a learners permit, delinquents on the autobahn poppin’ our airbags off worthless i’m not depressed man, im just a fuckin’ 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 im 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 drive drive drive hopped in the hooptie screamin freedom is mine drive drive drive drive bumpin the tune i so conveniently provide drive 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 boomin’ 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 fellas) 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 fuckin’ air fresheners there ain’t no easy pass, hands on the dash, you’ll get rocked in the casba if the movements too fast here come the cannon balls, run, get in your gremlin the days of thunder 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” drive drive drive hopped in the hooptie screamin freedom is mine drive drive drive drive bumpin the tune i so conveniently provide drive 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 these tv thugs got the heart of herbie the luv bug it don’t take a speed racing mind to see that they’re just stuck ill wrap your promo truck with a nambla stencil to prove that you’re fuckin’ babies frontin’ up in a rental i knew a kid who navigated it slippery and fuel injected a speed ball on his 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 spinnin’ fish-tails about to careen on some toonces shit off 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 behind the pit crew that love me so i drive drive drive drive hopped in the hooptie screamin freedom is mine drive drive drive drive bumpin the tune i so conveniently provide drive 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
6.
Dear Sirs 01:32
if the pavement comes alive on flatbush ave with toothy smile comprised of traffic cones and manholes become eyes, and birds burst into flames while singing satans praises and fold into the sky and rain rain down ashy danger, if every office empties and all slaves walk in dazes to a pool of liquid money where they bath blissfully naked and every open hydrant in a brooklyn time summer moment is opened up by cops and folds out into an ocean and drugs no longer taunt me and flooze around my conscience and every woman beating rapist is securely in their coffins and rent is payed by bread literally and parking isnt payed for and food stamps can be planted and childhoods cant be damaged, if fire could power space ships that safely ship the creators of dynamite and gun powder to the graves of all faced it and the slurping nerf of buracrat life and bean counting slave owners is twisted in on itself until they shave off their own faces and the coke and crack in the nation is collected in a top hat and force fed to the children of every cia agent and the dust heads get an angel and an acres worth of rainbow and the projects turn to clouds and the stupid arent so proud, and the snivling grimace mongrols 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 to 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, the least likely thing that will ever fucking happen, ever.
7.
2 out of the 5 of these fuses are wired live, if i’m gonna survive i gotta (find those detonators) el-p verse: (i'm a) broken and bleeding writer dash of the brooklynite vagrant half a robotic monkey ugly born of viral agent vandal tarantula know to handle the phaser drunken scripted on city park benches under the fritzy tungsten son of urban confusion hatched in a pit where the brutes live put the stogie out in my palm and then grin (i’m the rudest) serotonin deficient living the poisonous promise the boys and girls club of unemployable liars squadron silly peasant pathetic plus dirty mutt of the ages ok dystopia these fuckers are ripe for containment half dead man slut ever ready to love my leader servitude is contagious (find those detonators) cc/wm a rain of the dead confetti, the laughing stock of the karma corrupted emissaries captain of industry, partly magnet of larcen, arsony, captured in loser-vision i bop so retardedly, artily aesop rock verse: ask me about our specials, i'd go for the razor chicken hope his delivery radius play to gracy mansion fly the curmudgeon banner, my liberty army cheering limbo the philistine art police on the armor piercing marker to garden weasel, he's usually mucho woozy brutally feuding, call your pluto, goofy, cujo, snoopy moody mammal division, weatherville is better faded the world is yours money, now (find those detonators) some of the city pissy, itchin' them lottery numbers my 40 thieves enjoy your banquet of property owners we were probably stoney eye to glassy game face still save the princess with no slippage in the frame rate chew his way through the muzzle, tussle with the 'gimme gimme' nothing in common with prominent modern city envy subtly bloodied up, what a seedy media frenzy i found a cure for cancer but it wasn't radio friendly nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah find those detonators now’s the fucking time burn the building down, show me what it sounds like to organize and get really loud now’s the fucking time lets get it movin’ you suckers el-p verse 2: down at the labor camp, they make a drone of men mamas’ boy once but now i’ve learned to speak draconian and this is all for you, another tattered kite i feel it too this is a beautiful an tragic night all i covet is honor, reaching in murky waters and barely blinked when piranha teeth turned my hand to schwarma your bad land buddy, animal ear, they tagged me digi the cause accoster kid, capture the flaggy braggy tragedy man cassandra, actually raised by women my father skated but he left me with latent addiction one of the breed of bonkers, i wouldn’t dare to lecture i don’t know how to lead, there’s got to be somebody better weak in the kneesy species, dreaming of future faded seen where the suture stitches knitted slipped? i’m with you baby lets get obnoxious with it, i wanna know what brave is i’m tired of sitting here pretending i'm not fucking dangerous sitting on the front lines you can hear the soldiers say: nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah find those detonators what happened what happened? explosion explosion explosion what happened what happened? degradation, degradation, what happened what happened? explosion explosion explosion what happened what happened? it always comes back to a bush 2 were the haunted vessels that miraculously aimed 3 were the holy carcasses that started up in flames 1 and 2 had a patsy the was factually plane 7 out of envy must have wanted just the same and in 6.5 seconds science floated out to space on the most virginal of physics drifted a truly wondrous day and if the party tells me 5 fingers then 5 is what i’ll say no matter that the 4 displayed are waving in my face find those detonators
8.
i found love on a prison ship, i found love on a prison ship i found love on a prison ship, i found love on a prison ship cage: 2 types of people in this world to recognize conquered and the one holding the rifle at the next in line the cross hair 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 have 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 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 its the little wondrous blunders that can summon ones demise i know the line to walk, talk softly, punch a clock, aim… done i see the shelter in contrition, best to limit wagging tongues, but today’s a confrontation with a thought that’s un-assured, she’s inching closer to my services and further from my world i found love on a prison ship, i found love on a prison ship i found love on a prison ship, i found love on a prison ship i found love on a prison ship, i found love on a prison ship i found love on a prison ship, i found love on a prison ship el-p: does this job ever bother you, darkly creep up in your conscience too? cage: nope in fact i'm so enamored with the standard of being handed the command to (pow) it's almost romantic the lead giveth i'd take it if i didn't understand it el-p: i’m sayin 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 (pow), prisoner with the beauty of two for seven six nine zero zed 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 secrets safe with me, go on a raping spree i got a couple numbers of my own just return the courtesy el-p: 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 (pow) restless 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 i'm her only hope to live, we pull up to the cabin way above this damned metropolis me and prisoner 247690zed, somewhere that is soilent green we’re living life instead no more war on traitorism only me and her, she could 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'll 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 two four seven two nine zero zed, away from all this violence live inside each others heads, away from all this violence live inside each others heads away from all this violence live inside each others heads “number 247690zed, step to the line” “damn it lindt… fire your weapon!” “yes sir” (pow)
9.
i became for you what you had asked, telepath you’re too young to ask out loud, i’m too old to not know that i can talk like you’ve not heard, i know weapons, you think words i exposed you to these terms, you still chose to roll unheard that could work but, not so fast, you’re so open, i’m so crass i’m too weak to hold that back, you still think intrigue will last you can’t imagine of my past, i just can’t explain all that i wish i could trade you’re place, so romantic full of faith i must spare you, i must learn, i refuse to be your first first to put you in your place, first to make you speed your pace i’m a man now (good or bad), you’re a girl still (good for you) don’t think this don’t make me sad, this is something i must do keep your own time (leave me be), trying to spare you (trying to be) god melodic (man on fire), coward long gone (all desire) fuck you raw now (it’s my fault), fuck you raw dog (i cant stop) should have listened, should have left, i can’t stop unless you jet it’s so simple…open head, i will nit my savage thread help me help you (walk away), leave this un-amazing grace you don’t know from pure disgrace, you still think i’m here to save i’m not even really here, i can’t give what i can’t take what a ride, what a slide under the door, what a score you think i’m a genius? i know i’m a whore what a time, what a climate for our lives, what’s in store? you see live forever, all i see is war i will pull your hair back, fuck you on the floor pour myself into the act, poor myself (boo hoo i’m bad) ‘cause i know that these moments end, but telling you the truth is sad you deserve the ignorance and bliss that i still wish i had don’t you let me keep you here, don’t ignore my greatest fear i need you to not need me, you need not believe just flee i will put myself inside you, find some way to run and hide you i can’t be responsible, do as i say not as i do keep your own time (leave me be), trying to spare you (trying to be) god melodic (man on fire), coward long gone (all desire) fuck you raw now (it’s my fault), fuck you raw dog (i cant stop) should have listened, should have left, i can’t stop unless you jet it’s so simple…open head, i will nit my savage thread help me help you (walk away), leave this un-amazing grace you don’t know from pure disgrace, you still think i’m here to save i’m not even really here, i can’t give what i can’t take this is not my ego talking, i know i’m no perfect draw and i do love the way you lay there, i do like the way we talk maybe i’m just condescending, maybe this thing isn’t wrong maybe you should lay right there, put your hands up in the air keep your own time (leave me be), trying to spare you (trying to be) god melodic (man on fire), coward long gone (all desire) fuck you raw now (it’s your fault), fuck you raw dog (i cant stop) should have listened, should have left, i can’t stop unless you jet it’s so simple…open head, i will nit my savage thread help me help you (walk away), leave this un-amazing grace you don’t know from pure disgrace, you still think i’m here to save? i’m not even really here, i can’t give what i can’t take you still think i’m here to save?
10.
Flyentology 04:01
this is my type of religion 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 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 cant hurt to ask, suspension of disbelief in uniquely freak flash admission of the faithfully shaken now trapped, 30 thousand and droppin its on and poppin at last 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 no, there are no atheists in the foxholes, no, there is no intellect in the air no, there are no scientists on the way down, just a working example of faith verses physics no, there are no atheists in the foxholes, no, there is no intellect in the air no, there are no scientists on the way down, just a working example of faith verses physics 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 flyentolgy (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 no, there are no atheists in the foxholes, no, there is no intellect in the air no, there are no scientists on the way down, just a working example of faith verses physics No, there are no atheists in the foxholes, no, there is no intellect in the air no, there are no scientists on the way down, just a working example of faith verses physics and i will crawl into your arms, and you will show me how to worship (flyentology) and i will crawl into your arms, and you will show me how to worship (flyentology) (keep me in the sky) and i will crawl into your arms, and you will show me how to worship (flyentology) (keep me in the sky) and i will crawl into your arms, and you will show me how to worship (flyentology) 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
11.
No Kings 03:05
and the kids say… watch ya 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 clutchin a 30 od, burn village laughin' 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 lets digress now, kings put your cans up, paint the city scope with the prettiest type of cancer watch 'em laser surg every tumor like fatal relica, new york is the truancy burg, sate of hysterica it’s a brutalized lab bunny jumpin' 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 of my back and tried to make friends now i’m walkin' round lit like the fun ever 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 its on where you live 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 a 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 everything’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 4 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 edumacation, there’s no patience, my team is on the food line, blicker 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, feelin' 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 poisenville, comin' 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 its on where you live
12.
(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 give the 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 with a dime i’ve been thinking that this frozen glow i’ve chosen is a candidate to lead me to a very sudden end another room up in the tombs of lovely substance where the gravediggers are shoveling that dirt up in their heads 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 the tragedy of this is that her hand is on my leg and she so clearly wants to fuck and though i'm wired and i would certainly oblige i can’t continue getting high and then confusing it for lust i’m not an angel but the baggy we unfolded ad just split to give a lick is dripping out me colored rust and you seem nice but i still hate you for the moment cause i'm too smart to be open this is artificial trust i’ve been noticing the fact that nothing glorious can happen anymore, we’ve run the gamut of our filth but here i am again pretending spontaneity exists with idiots all lifted out their little gills aren’t you disturbed that everything you did tonight is something else you’ve done already and it’s meaning is still nil? and all the people in your presence are just weapons, it’s as simple as the theory that the dying love to kill every body/ every body/ every body/ every body/ every body/ every body here is so alive oh what a night/ oh what a night/ oh what a night/ you would tell me if i were crazy right? i’ve been wondering how arrogant it is for me to keep doing the things that killed so many that we know (no no no) i’ve been noticing how quickly motherfuckers have the answers to existence just as soon as someone goes (go go go) we change the channel for a week or so of cleansing and reflecting on ourselves but then its back to that old show i hear the cackles of the crowd, they’re laughing at us and we haven’t even gotten to the part where it’s a joke
13.
when a live wire lights little metal rail right, when a marvel of engineering steered me clear in to the plight, right before the bodegas open, after the peak of night before the paper's delivered i sat on the corner and sparked a light the same corner i perched when i zone dropped on the block first, at almost 5 oclock waiting for sun spots or store clerks, alone spot, almost kinda like the zone was forgot, as if the grid had been reset and couldnt catch to the clock or the stoop was stuck in the past a half minute and i sat in it, with a loosie Newpy drift out of my lips, taste: half minted and i felt like a hundred bucks in the pocket of a gambling lush at a wondershowzen flow with the droids of destructo luck, fugitoid on the run again, the sky gleamed the maroonist coloring, layered against the bluest tone from where the thunder lived, and there i was directly under it, like some dejected little grey they told to stay and wait for the mothership, a cotton ball in a blizzard of mischief or brain prison, with a thought that rode on the bus and came for conjugal visits, and fucked its way into my grey matter the tattered territory, stayed chattering and nagging till it demanded it yell it for me, and i tried to hold the thing back but the meditation was otherly, fixated on what a friend said and relating it to my struggling, "metropoloid void so damn smothering" but we were children of poisenville and saw the seduction less repugnant, and reserved the right as the triggerman with a back up plan of self destruction, and i touched the type of chemicals that could pull me towards that function its the stuff i find hard for discussion, how the fuck do you explain your own self destruction and still remain trusted? to answer the question, yes... the city wants you gone and thats the only thing connecting us, but the connection is so strong so how dare you assume that i'll sleep when you're dead, this is well outside the boundries of acceptable behavior, i will not give you the go ahead and you will not be remembered fondly, i'm throwing down the gauntlet, fuck you this isnt your decision, and for all the holy fuck i give your little spectacle is ended, but dont think for just one second you've honored your obligations to me, i'm serious look in my eyes, i dont find this funny or whatever you imagine poetry and justice feels like when you combine them, i am not going to allow this on my watch buddy, nobodies impressed with your imagined sacrifice device or insurmountable regret, you are not uniquely pained and if you go we wont be sorry and who the hell are you to put me through the banality of watching this, cause many better men have gone for clearly better reasons and i starkly must remind you that you have not even been trying, and thats the only thing remarkable about you, stop me if im lying we are always outnumbered but we were never out militiad, theres no dignity for criminals, no ministry for the wicked, in this town if you make a sound you're the leper with the most fingers, the league of extraordinary nobodies the other teams bringing in ringers, no faith in the majority, no hope for the little ones, sally pulled a pistol out, billy got a blunderbous, so what the fuck are you feeling that makes your struggle so wonderous?, enough to arrogantly pull whats left of the rug out from under us? i think not, youre in the same barrel all us other crabs are caught, and if i have to live, you have to live... whether you like this shit or not. dedicated to the drowning, and the noble futility of the desperate friends forced to watch, and to my good friends who refused to allow it to happen to me, you know who you are, you know what im talking about believe me, man i promise i'm never ever ever gonna get that way again.

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