[Verse 1: El-P]
A little toast to the no ones with a nod to the masses
To the ones with the riches, from the ones who the rags fit
A little smoke for the gone boys, a little nod to the spirits
We're still here runnin' 'round screamin', they're still here pointin' and laughin'
Don't walk away when I talk, I'm tellin' you "turn around, mister."
I got a permanent bop, who the hell do I think I am not?
And I'm twice as hot as about half of hell
I get lighthouse lit up, get down, Diduck
The boy got a barracuda bite, you can tell
[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
Got hope for the livin', got prayers for the dead
In the sky, got whiskey and rye for the voices in my head
Got kush for the pain 'cause the world is dangerous
Driven great men insane, anchor themselves with angel dust
Somewhere between love and lust, a nut get bust and a baby get made
It seems that trouble trouble us and follow us like all our days
In every holy book it says we suffer, that's what it is
So riddle me this; from the womb to the tomb, why do we fight to live?
[Chorus: EL-P & Killer Mike]
A little toast to the no ones with a nod to the masses
To the ones with the riches, from the ones who the rags fit
A little smoke for the gone boys, a little nod to the spirits
We're still here runnin' 'round screamin', they're still here pointin' and laughin'
Got hope for the livin', got prayers for the dead
In the sky, got whiskey and rye for the voices in my head
Got kush for the pain, the world is dangerous
Driven great men insane, anchor themselves with angel dust
A little toast to the no ones with a nod to the masses
To the ones with the riches, from the ones who the rags fit
A little smoke for the gone boys, a little nod to the spirits
We're still here runnin' 'round screamin', they're still here pointin' and laughin'
Don't walk away when I talk, I'm tellin' you "turn around, mister."
I got a permanent bop, who the hell do I think I am not?
And I'm twice as hot as about half of hell
I get lighthouse lit up, get down, Diduck
The boy got a barracuda bite, you can tell
[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
Got hope for the livin', got prayers for the dead
In the sky, got whiskey and rye for the voices in my head
Got kush for the pain 'cause the world is dangerous
Driven great men insane, anchor themselves with angel dust
Somewhere between love and lust, a nut get bust and a baby get made
It seems that trouble trouble us and follow us like all our days
In every holy book it says we suffer, that's what it is
So riddle me this; from the womb to the tomb, why do we fight to live?
[Chorus: EL-P & Killer Mike]
A little toast to the no ones with a nod to the masses
To the ones with the riches, from the ones who the rags fit
A little smoke for the gone boys, a little nod to the spirits
We're still here runnin' 'round screamin', they're still here pointin' and laughin'
Got hope for the livin', got prayers for the dead
In the sky, got whiskey and rye for the voices in my head
Got kush for the pain, the world is dangerous
Driven great men insane, anchor themselves with angel dust
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