(feat. Tame One)



[El-P]

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 clutchin' 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, 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 my back and tried to make friends

Now I'm walkin' '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?



[Tame One]

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



[El-P]

My name is El-Producto, my friend

I walk rawly

Oddly, bent pood 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

Eveything'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

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 the are rare we rock openly

Feeling like a kid again, umbilical choking you

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



[Tame One]

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