Lyrics
(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