(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

now you can hypnotize the herd

I'm alive with fly visions that attack like Alfred Hitchcock raising rabid carrier pigeons

true the only form of com not tapped is trapped strong

in the cranium of future rebel infants whistling the song

I know you're listening, get down with this bitch, whistle along.



[Cage]

It's like the Bilderburgs came to dinner with filthy birds

they pussy all infected I'm lookin for milky words

they pulled my third eye out then they let it dry out

had to pour my belief in Chrst to find out

what I look like with no skin

who mandated while the back of my paper is still luminated

even your no flipped egyptian Euro

got my website shut down by the Bureau

Can't kick it with the dead until my life stop

but Bush got a ouija to talk to Adam Weishaupt

I breath artist time fans the artist

put a couple G's together before harvest light

I'll take all this

the hell I'm doin?

Dippin this whole fuckin' pound in enbalmin fluids

you think I rhyme to do it? if it's (?on point?)) shot is

If you can't help but sleep peel off your eyelids.



[CamuTao]

It's the year 2010, you can say what you want

But I bet if you light this blunt, dummy, the feds'll come runnin'

Lock you up, lock you out, you ain't tryin' to listen

Cameras in your food, dude, look they're trying to listen

Lock you up, lock you out, we got bugs in the house

We're being monitored, they know we got thugs in the house

Don't light your blunt, bitch, they'll hit you with a switch

Hit you with a beam, hit you in the brain, make you go totally insane

Wild out, guns in the spot, flippin' on you niggas

They take you out, then the Feds push guns on the roof

They take 'em out, melt you out 'cause you know too much

After that you know your ho's get touched

Look, Then the meaning starts

Download your chip to a memory card

Give your chips and send 'em to a city job