[Intro: Announcer]
Mr. Len, a.k.a. Space Ghost, please commence intro
Company Flow, perform, J-Treds, prepare
El-P, prepare, you have approximately five minutes
Fuck the bullshit, Time/Warner will fall
Record labels will fall, the Earth will crumble
Begin
[Verse 1: El Producto]
Enter the all city access and encounter the likes of these
Regionally no one relaxes, action
No wonder I'mma type to crush contenders with pure chewing satisfaction
Pervade your ultraharmonic with the back of your whole mediocre faction
Sonic boom head zoom contact off antaxion
Elbowed with a vacuum kill deaf MC's with closed captions
Wind up in the willows, catch the whirling dervish
Or the dead and dumb millennium is at your service
Flow the plaque, instigate lyrics then backfile another MC
Who thought cause he was dipped in powder blue that he could rock past-el
Got your hip-hop essence out of the Cross Colours catalog
With analog technology
Ask L. Ron Hubbard to break down my Scientology
Fucking up through the chest I bust insidious, Bad Touching
Boogie to break to bumrushing
Fresh thought tainted, vile fiend this track achieves
Pain penicillin, crack, and AZT couldn't relieve
Being Sizzlean I'll trim the fat like Susan Powters
Disrespectin burners like CAP, licking off shots from clock towers
Play ring around the dead nation
The Deadhead situation, situated to cease all creation
MC's are helpless like Godzuki, faggot like RuPaul
True to the new sensation fuck that whole wannabe gangster fascination
The illusion is broke, all cock gobblers misspoke
And got the El-P rookie cards stuck in they bicycle spoke
For those VH-1 crystallized pseudo rip flows
Let the liquid tonic soak into the seam of your coat
Meet the professional dead or alive politic technician
Straight neck capital P for the deep throat dickin'
I was that first monkey to touch the Monolith, delinquent
Up in that crack like white squall for the weekend
And I sunk your Battleship
Parked in a hot zone, bow to the ebola
Manifest brain tumors through the phone as you roam in your Motorolas
Mr. Len, a.k.a. Space Ghost, please commence intro
Company Flow, perform, J-Treds, prepare
El-P, prepare, you have approximately five minutes
Fuck the bullshit, Time/Warner will fall
Record labels will fall, the Earth will crumble
Begin
[Verse 1: El Producto]
Enter the all city access and encounter the likes of these
Regionally no one relaxes, action
No wonder I'mma type to crush contenders with pure chewing satisfaction
Pervade your ultraharmonic with the back of your whole mediocre faction
Sonic boom head zoom contact off antaxion
Elbowed with a vacuum kill deaf MC's with closed captions
Wind up in the willows, catch the whirling dervish
Or the dead and dumb millennium is at your service
Flow the plaque, instigate lyrics then backfile another MC
Who thought cause he was dipped in powder blue that he could rock past-el
Got your hip-hop essence out of the Cross Colours catalog
With analog technology
Ask L. Ron Hubbard to break down my Scientology
Fucking up through the chest I bust insidious, Bad Touching
Boogie to break to bumrushing
Fresh thought tainted, vile fiend this track achieves
Pain penicillin, crack, and AZT couldn't relieve
Being Sizzlean I'll trim the fat like Susan Powters
Disrespectin burners like CAP, licking off shots from clock towers
Play ring around the dead nation
The Deadhead situation, situated to cease all creation
MC's are helpless like Godzuki, faggot like RuPaul
True to the new sensation fuck that whole wannabe gangster fascination
The illusion is broke, all cock gobblers misspoke
And got the El-P rookie cards stuck in they bicycle spoke
For those VH-1 crystallized pseudo rip flows
Let the liquid tonic soak into the seam of your coat
Meet the professional dead or alive politic technician
Straight neck capital P for the deep throat dickin'
I was that first monkey to touch the Monolith, delinquent
Up in that crack like white squall for the weekend
And I sunk your Battleship
Parked in a hot zone, bow to the ebola
Manifest brain tumors through the phone as you roam in your Motorolas
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