[Intro: El-P]
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Ladies and gentlemen
I would like to take the time to introduce to you
A group of very talented young and yet (cannibals)
Bloody and violent individuals (running down your area)
People who are bound to eat your children in a fit of rage
And then smile in your face
[Verse 1: El-P]
Cipher unknown, phone home
From boom box nationals
Scratch demonstrator attach that to dedicate
This involves all total all city caught up
Caught up all city kid nurtured in the game understands
In a place where you live
In demand a saturated burn mega radio dyed eccentric kid
Add a frequency to sifted intelligent biped lid
To combine rent
I sent them
[Verse 2: Vast Aire]
You want to pop shit and get popped in the top lip?
I shoot the five and on a good day I bite bullets
We use bear traps to catch weasels
Metal mouth's diesel and the bite's lethal
We in the catacomb, nappy headed never used a comb
And built with the forces that blew away Dorothy's home
I grab the mic like, "Are you experienced?"
But I don't play the guitar, I play my cadence
And if I exhaled arguments only to hold my breath
I would die, and I ain't talking hair color
I'm talking about the reality with my mother's eye water
The author with a Papermate
Spitting paperweights
1 2
Ladies and gentlemen
I would like to take the time to introduce to you
A group of very talented young and yet (cannibals)
Bloody and violent individuals (running down your area)
People who are bound to eat your children in a fit of rage
And then smile in your face
[Verse 1: El-P]
Cipher unknown, phone home
From boom box nationals
Scratch demonstrator attach that to dedicate
This involves all total all city caught up
Caught up all city kid nurtured in the game understands
In a place where you live
In demand a saturated burn mega radio dyed eccentric kid
Add a frequency to sifted intelligent biped lid
To combine rent
I sent them
[Verse 2: Vast Aire]
You want to pop shit and get popped in the top lip?
I shoot the five and on a good day I bite bullets
We use bear traps to catch weasels
Metal mouth's diesel and the bite's lethal
We in the catacomb, nappy headed never used a comb
And built with the forces that blew away Dorothy's home
I grab the mic like, "Are you experienced?"
But I don't play the guitar, I play my cadence
And if I exhaled arguments only to hold my breath
I would die, and I ain't talking hair color
I'm talking about the reality with my mother's eye water
The author with a Papermate
Spitting paperweights
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