Deep Space 9mm

El-P

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    Get behind the walls of new Roma, wanna buy the farm
    But the land's not yours to own?
    Who owns Police? Who holds floor grease on a sandy beach?
    Blood beach
    Dance with a man he starts clutching, he ugly
    Punks hung halo teach
    Hugged by the math with the cable reach
    A hundred and sixty-six channels lit
    To train that animal sh*t
    Where the mind's eye redefined
    Where's God?
    Buy a car, Kick tires

    Back in Eighty-Six I lived
    With a four-course artistry
    Metal ones took turns showin' off colors and sh*t
    Like I invaded the mating dance ritual
    Criminal now
    Wild things defined beautiful under my power
    El Producto flash-fest-iss
    Motherf**kers be like, "Ow, why haven't we left yet"
    Blithering sideway twang, the youth and brain management troupe
    The man is like BOOOP
    You can't touch the Krush Groove
    I live by the lunch table
    Touched fables
    Ducked labels
    Lookout for the one he'd abide with the terrible stables
    Signed to Rawkus
    I'd rather be mouth f**ked by Nazis unconscious
    Callin' all bomb threats
    Radio re-activated, caress
    Under hella-ified missle defense
    Fenced in, better blame it on fame sh*t and grin
    Walk with a bag full of kittens
    Take it to the river and throw yourself in
    In about four seconds the ether will begin to leak

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    Who wanna hold hands with this sicko malnutritionist
    Soaked in newspeak?
    Dissolve into the syncopated fragments of vinyl
    splashed on loose leaf
    We can embrace on the business end of my face first
    Joe vs. the Volcano suicide beef
    Dance with the vinyl monster
    Devil in a blue skyline with clean conscience
    Save the gesture
    But can't save the children, weren't worth the effort
    I'm a Caveman
    Your modern ways frighten and confuse me
    I watch your spirit box with the blinking lights and think
    Are those little people trapped in that box? (No, Caveman)
    But I do know converted mic digital 8-bus Mackie Avalon compression
    Combined with 8-step effected
    Dirty words paralyze words and infect sh*t
    Infectious
    Insofar as the ineffectual bed for elections
    Development arrested
    Trapped in the Cuckoo's nest
    Looking for the nexus
    If it's wild like that y'all found
    infrared scope in the clutch of a tyrant
    New World lullaby Sirens
    Stuck migrants, bust 'em by violence
    It's all bad timing
    Getting merked on a Tram over Roosevelt Island
    You think that's spacey?
    Deep Space 9 millimeter, son, keep smiling

    This is for the fringes and such
    My generation just sit like dust
    Feed 'em off of us and ask what I trust
    Tell these stories, I'm right here holdin' my nuts
    Right here holdin' my nuts
    Right here holdin' my nuts
    Right here holdin' my nuts
    Right here holdin' my nuts
    This is for the fringes and such
    My generation ain't friends with slugs
    Thank god for the drugs and drums
    Tell these to read it, I'll be right here hidin' from guns
    Right here hidin' from guns
    Right here hidin' from guns

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