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El-P
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Deep Space 9mm
作詞:Jaime Meline
Get behind the walls of new Roma, you 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 shit 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 shit Like I invaded the mating dance ritual Criminal now
Wild things defined beautiful under my power, El Producto flash-fest-iss Motherfuckers be like, 'oww, 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 fucked by Nazis unconscious Callin' all bomb threats The radio reactivated, caress Under hella-ified missile defense
Fenced in, better blame it on fame shit and grin Walk with a bag full of kittens Take me to the river and throw yourself in In about four seconds the ether will begin to leak
Who wanna hold hands with this sicko malnutritionist もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com 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 shit 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 mm, 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
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
For the love of God run
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