Switches On Everything [Mixed] Westside Gunn (Ft. Run The Jewels & Stove God Cooks)

[Intro]
Craven, what up

[Verse 1: El-P]
Before he was in the breeze, dad smoked and tinkled the keys
Then dashed to Florida Keys to ski, do snow as he pleased
And me and my two sisters made three, NYC
Where the suffocatin' of dreams lurk behind the steel beams
On the Bowery, fiends cowering, tourists love not to see
On the train we felt free, snake below controlled streets
By the time I hit the leak, been out my teens for like a week
By the time I hit a lick It couldn't change me in the least
See, I can only see the cash flow as the briefest of reprieves
So my heart is not for sale, the feti vanish, c'est la vie
Gunn said he hang with dealers but he fuck with that RT-
J, I told him I do drugs and bump Griselda with my fleet
Spray these crumbs with dirty pen work, put the snub to every beat
Every clause is non-compete, it is the law, you eat my cleats
I don't haggle with you sentient meats, I keep it brief
Give a fuck if I get flowers, I'm still layin' down these wreaths

[Chorus: Westside Gunn]
(Grrrt)
Ayo, switches on everything (Agh)
I don't leave the house unless there's switches on everything, woah (Grrrt)
Ayo, switches on everything
I don't leave the house unless there's switches on everything (Grrrt)