do the bloody mind sex with a veteran's decor And I'm crying So when I step in the stop frame I became pure BK 'Cause I grew up on the krazy kings and
dos, tres, quatro) I saw this kid walking down the street I was like "wait" (echoes) [El-P] Bumped into this kid I knew, he often would walk strange So I
that they're just stuck I'll wrap your promo truck with a nambla stencil to prove that you're fucking babies Frontin' up in a rental I knew a kid who
[Verse 1] Dear Sirs If the pavement comes alive on Flatbush Ave with toothy smiles Comprised of traffic cones and manholes become eyes And birds burst
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
ask out loud, I'm to old and I know that I can talk like you've not heard, I know weapons, you think words I expose you to these terms, you still chose
all that I cry I'll become your servant if it's worth your time Keep me in the sky, that's all that I'll say [El-P:] I know I haven't been walking a
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
mason who's leakin' pain to cassette If you hate lies, don't fret 'Cause I can't lie about this At least I'm honest when I tell you my mind's full of
tell you one thing that was said I get surrounded by the friendliest of strangers Who would sooner kill themselves than give a fuck if I were dead I just
You're my daddy You'll protect me I need guidance to live correctly I can't fight you Feed me ether I'm your servant You're the teacher (Yo, what the
to your back Verse Two: Redman Who the fuck I be I, you cannot see I Flabbergasted, blasted, my Magnum P.I. Oops I lie, I got a cannon bout the
the Mickey I'm so on the low it'd take a Navy SEAL to get me, when I surface If not chips to Benz is the purpose On your team I'll pull the curtain, a
I stay high Stay on top, Lord knows I'm gon' try And live for the moment, Lord knows I'm gon' die And when I get to hell, Lord knows I'm gon' fry
Sundance Kid is the everyday purse snatcher If you see him coming, you better start running Like a terrorist, I guarantee you he'll be humming Dynamite, dynamite, Clef I
hippieclub I'm just a homie out the hood who did something So why are you fronting I'm in for ten years and I'll still wanted You heard me homie! Or do
I'm so on the low It'd take a Navy Seal To get me When I surface If not chips to Benz Is the purpose On your team I'll pull the curtain A beautiful
take that shit straight 'Cause I need niggaz to feel me on this Ya know what I mean? Listen, listen, I don't think you understand what I mean When I ask you to 'Walk Witt Me', I
