No Kings

El-P

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    (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?

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    [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

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    Composition: El-P

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