Trapped in Three Dimensions Ice (band) (Ft. A-Cyde (UK) & El-P)

[Intro: A-Cyde & El-P]
Turning from a human cell
Transmitting from human hell
This is the life, the life
Lies, lies, blood ties
You will not edit me
My mind is beyond
Check it out

[El-P]
You could catch a flash of a image
Of a master with a linear phallus
And blew a path through sixty second deceptions that promise me the palace
A benefactor down syndrome
But I clown and drown the sound out with a blood-soaked pantone
Another sick man clone
The script oblivious, cryptic enlisted
And rape the ADAT tape when it resisted
My clique got your whole bitch twisted
The abysmal criminal linguist detached rock-hard penis
And stick it in, dirty works intravenous
Dispatch these heaters
The train is my domain and remains 'til I ??
My Brooklyn union gas fuck your skulls 'til clit sang
Drenched in ascension compared to the defective
Out of fret from this broke metric perspective
Oh, you're a playboy, son? Yeah, well ??
Check it
You see these Siegfried and Roy interns get the remainder of my masculated metaphors distorted
So keep a careful watch of your gaydar
My martyr, my motion traps clones with hand boxes
Last told herb before virtual
King of the absurd, E-L-dash
Reproceed like orange men through Belfast
Protocol flux quicker than air ducts projectiles
And torn between theologists and athiests and gentile, yeah
Torn between politics and conservative and anarchist
Torn between killing ??? with a mailbomb or just my bare fist