1. |
Tasmanian Pain Coaster
06:54
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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
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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
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3. |
Up All Night
02:36
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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?
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4. |
EMG
04:31
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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
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5. |
Drive
04:13
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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
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6. |
Dear Sirs
01:32
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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.
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7. |
Run The Numbers
04:41
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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
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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)
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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?
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10. |
Flyentology
04:01
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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
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No Kings
03:05
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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
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(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
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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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