Run The Numbers

El-P

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    2 out of the five of these fuses are wired live, if I wanna survive I gotta
    FIND THOSE DETONATORS!

    [Verse 1: El-P]
    Broken and bleeding writer dash of the brooklynite vagrant
    Half a robotic monkey ugly born of viral agent
    Vandal tarantula know to handle the phaser drunken
    Scripted on city park benches under the fritzy tungsten
    Son of urban confusion hatched in a pit where the brutes live
    Put the stogie out in my palm and then grin (I'm the rudest)
    Serotonin deficient living the poisonous promise
    The boys and girls club of unemployable liars squadren
    Silly peasant pathetic plus dirty mutt of the ages
    OK dystopia, these fuckers are ripe for containment
    Half dead man slut ever ready to love my leader
    Servitude is contagious (FIND THOSE DETONATORS!)
    CCWM a rain of the dead confetti
    The laughing stock of the karma corrupted emissaries
    Captain of industry, partly magnet of larcen, arsony
    Captured in loser-vision I bop so retardedly artily

    [Verse 2: Aesop Rock]
    Ask me about our specials, I'd go for the razor chicken
    Hope his delivery radius play to Gracy Mansion
    Fly the curmudgeon banner, my liberty army cheering
    Limbo the philistine art police on the armor piercing
    Marker to garden weasel, he's usually mucho woozy
    Brutally feuding, call your Pluto, Goofy, Cujo, Snoopy
    Moody mammal division, Weatherville is better faded
    The world is yours, money, now (FIND THOSE DETONATORS!)
    Some of the city pissy, itchin' them lottery numbers
    My 40 thieves enjoy your banquet of property owners
    We were probably stoney eye to glassy game face
    Still save the princess with no slippage in the frame rate
    Chew his way through the muzzle, tussle with the 'gimme gimme'
    Nothing in common with prominent modern city envy
    Subtly bloodied up, what a seedy media frenzy
    I found a cure for cancer but it wasn't radio friendly

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    FIND THOSE DETONATORS!

    "Nows the fucking time"
    Burn the building down, show me what it sounds like to organize and get really loud
    "Nows the fucking time"
    Lets get it movin, you suckers

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    [Verse 3: El-P]
    Down at the labor camp, they make a drone of men
    Mamas boy once but now I've learned to speak draconian
    And this is all for you, another tattered kite
    I feel it too this is a beautiful and tragic night
    All I covet is honor, reaching in murky waters
    And barely blinked when piranha teeth turned my hand to schwarma
    Your bad land buddy, animal ear they tagged me
    Digi the cause acoster kid capture the flaggy braggy
    Tragedy man Cassandra, actually raised by women
    My father skated but he left me with latent addiction
    One of the breed of bonkers, I wouldn't dare to lecture
    I don't know how to lead, there's got to be somebody better
    Weak in the kneesy species, dreaming of future faded
    Seen where the suture stiches nitted, slipped? I'm with you baby
    Lets get obnoxious with it, I wanna know what brave is
    I'm tired of sitting here pretending im not fucking dangerous

    Sitting on the front lines you can hear the soldiers say...

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    "What happened what happened?"
    "Degradation, degradation"
    "What happened what happened?"
    "Explosion Explosion Explosion"
    "What happened what happened?"
    It always comes back to a bush

    [El-P] {Bridge} {X2}
    2 were the haunted vessels that miraculously aimed
    3 were the holy carcasses that started up in flames
    1 and 2 had a patsy the was factually plane
    7 out of envy must have wanted just the same
    And in 6.5 seconds science floated out to space
    On the most virginal of physics drifted a truly wondrous day
    And if the party tells me 5 fingers then 5 is what I'll say
    No matter that the 4 displayed are waving in my face

    No matter that the 4 displayed are waving in my face {X3}

    "And, and we were standing here when... when there was some sorta"

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