(feat. Aesop Rock)



[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)

Peel the fuck out before the lightning hit the clock