Habeas Corpses (Draconian Love) El-P (Ft. Cage)

[Hook]
"I found love on a prison ship
I found love on a prison ship
I found love on a prison ship
I found love on a prison ship
I found love on a prison ship"

"Number 247681-Z, step to the line"

[Gunshot]

[Verse 1: Cage]
Two types of people in this world to recognize
Conquered, and the one holding the rifle at the next in line
The crosshair in my eye is a vessel to God
The container that kept you around in a hole in the yard
Sail the cemetery seas, half the crew leaves then move on
You have no idea how right my head is screwed on
When I wake up and put this suit on, I feel escape begin
Expirations are needed, I facilitate the end

[Verse 2: El-P]
There are two types of mornings/mournings in this life I can surmise
I wake early in the first to help supply the second type
Technician of repetition clips in the numbest of traditions it's
The little wondrous blunders that can summon one's demise
I know the line to walk, talk softly, punch a clock, aim (pow) done
I see the shelter in contrition, best to limit wagging tongues
But today's a confrontation with a thought that's not assured
She's inching closer to my services and further from my world