(now the evening has come to a close
and I've had my last dance with you
so on to the empty streets with me
and it might be my last chance with you
so I might as well get it over with
the things I have to say
won't wait until another day)

Shut up
Whoooooo
Whoooooo
Whoooooo
Check this out

The Fabulous structure that's coaxed out of rubbles puddles splash
Mechanisms burn with beeping sounds that own their humans sold as
ruthless rounds of radio dust, Cranial mush, men get flattened out
radials spun on dusted combatant joust
after house of the dead heads fled, it's just the city moans
Malignant kid in it with sentence of sinister conferred
Magna-funk asbestos, the best at closed-quarters ****
Some will gravitate to the falcon and burn in wordlessness
hangin' with the herd is my joy
we buoy ordertake employ
When the farmers feed the murder rate ploy
we stow collected rebel factions in dirt and just follow
the citizens all love to be loved, we just follow
figure they ate the kids, homey
so **** em save the adults
Kids are patriotic, robotic, operate catapults
And goose-step over innocence
Vagrant of Reaganomics phasing
Read the books that will burn at the barn raising
(Independent like a ****) (Oh, Jesus)
You misinterpreted that Funcrush ****
So man, funcrush this
spectacular dawning of the herd-thinner faction where distraction is bliss
Tyrell took a sabatical but back for the new semester (rockin that)
class action suit from the Laundromat of velour and pressed polyester
American history exo-bytes cypher with the tainted offspring, gimme no-doz quick
you need to haul that mega-dumb style to the antique roadshow, bitch
the system bleeds for the radio angry, rock that wound aesthetic
the name of this routine is live at man you just don't get it
please try to compartmentalize my ****
with a little bit a that bitch hubris
when the ritalin starts to fade I might get lucid
every mind**** i handout comes with a free month of internet access
and an updated year 2003 version of the mega clapper (you know the drill, clap off)
this is the third installment of a prequel that was never written right
filmed with that classic Brooklyn magic, without Lucasarts graphics
rendered cuddly comic relief creatures or terrible child actors
get off that jade elephant, you're stoned, and remember everything backwards

(F F) - A - A - N - N - T - T - T (Remember.. )
A - A - S - S - TTT - I - I (Remember.. )
C - C - D - D - A - A - M - M (Remember.. )
AAA - GGG - EEE (This is indelible.. ) E - E

Yo, 1985 got red top live and it was
Ten to the decibel, my lifelong prize, so I was
Part of the pack, pardon that, that's fact
I stole, part of a track and started to rap (map the growth)

Try to explain, okay, the Koch era frame
Hardly a game, no marketing just art in the train
Station Exchange, the flickered lights start to change
Same in the brain when I watched the walls spark names
Parked in the car with pa dukes at four deuce
There was a, Double rumble study kung fu loop
But we had, at the car wash that cost less cash, a blast
I'd imagine that the water was rising fast
Quarter in hand at the light for the squeegee man
Adult life squeegee man shot, cops hand
That's a lot of bad conversion, that's certain
Homeless hustle lost to the dark of the blue curtain
And it was fourth grade, I got high top played
Sported the black and red Jordan bootleg craze
And when the big kids zeroed in I'd wince
I haven't let my mother buy me bootleg since
(cuz' it was)

1985 got red top live and it was
ten to the decibel, my lifelong pride, so I was
part of the pack, pardon that, that's fact
I stole, part of a track and started to rap (map the growth)

1985 got red top live and it was
ten to the decibel, my lifelong pride, so I was
part of the pack, pardon that, that's fact
I stole, part of a track and started to rap (map the growth)

Get live y'all (live y'all) live y'all (live y'all)
live y'all (live y'all) live y'all (to the NYC)
Get live y'all (live y'all) live y'all (live y'all)
live y'all (live y'all) live y'all (live live live)
Get five ya'll (five y'all) five ya'll (five y'all)
five ya'll (five ya'll, to the Krazy Kings)
Get five ya'll (five y'all) five ya'll (five y'all)
five ya'll (five y'all) five five five

Trace back, trace the faces with the same life song
Different borough, same place, Eddie Murph got Raw
After class, got harassed, bully hurt us all
He tried to, run my Nintendo game in Fulton Mall
A fighter, that's what you made, now I fight for fun
I fight for acme lab rat experiment son
Pulsate like a Theremin rigged to big drums
Seen, Halloween battles in Brooklyn, eggs and shaving cream
We're gonna spray it on your whole damn team and then
Make the dash laughing bout the whole damn thing
We won, we can laugh about that, cause that's fun
In the 80's Deceps took fame (good run)
I took a name too, and so it begun
And wrote raps in my room, sipping Capri suns
In fact, studied the cadences of Kool Moe Dee and Rick
Put my name into their rhymes and then practiced it
Put my brain pattern on fly and I mastered it
Dad played jazz when he drank, it's no accident
Hands on the piano and make my foot tap to it
Different path, same love, Dad, thanks for passing it

1985 got red top live and it was
ten to the decibel, my lifelong pride, so I was
part of the pack, pardon that, that's fact
I stole, part of a track and started to rap (map the growth)

1985 got red top live and it was
ten to the decibel, my lifelong pride, so I was
part of the pack, pardon that, that's fact
I stole, part of a track and started to rap (map the growth)

(F F) - A - A - N - N - T - T - T (Remember)
A - A - S - S - TTT - I - I (Remember (indelible bankroll)
C - C - D - D - A - A - M - M (Remembe)
(Place no faith in the majority)
AAA - GGG - E - E - E - E (for me it's either rhyme or euthanasia)

One two
you're behind the walls of new Roma, you wanna buy the farm (you wanna kill yourself)
But the land's not yours to own (but your life's not yours to take)
Who owns Police? Who holds fold green, sold sand to beach?
Blood beach
Dance with the land sharks clutchin' heat, ugly
monks hung halo teach
Hung by the math where the cables reach
A hundred and sixty-six channels lit
They train that animal ****
Where the mind's eye redefines
Where's God?
Buy car, Kick tires

Back in Eighty-Six I lived
for the four-course artistry
In other words took turns showin' off colors and ****
Like I invaded a mating dance ritual
Criminal now
Why the things we find beautiful undermine power?
El Product flash vet text, mother****ers is like "Al, why haven't we lept yet?"
dithering sine wave twang for youth and brain management truth
Then vanish like "poof"
You can't touch the Krush Groove
I live on the lunch table
Touched fables
Ducked labels
capitol one heat em live for the terrordome stables
Signed to Rawkus
I'd rather be mouth ****ed by Nazis unconscious

Callin' all bomb threats
the Radio re-activated Koresh
Under hellafied missle defense
Fenced in, better blame it on fame's ****ty grin
Walk with a bag full of kittens
Take me to the river and throw yourself in
In about four seconds the ether will begin to leak

Who wanna hold hands with this sicko malnutritionist
Soaked in newspeak?
Dissolve into the syncopated fragments of vinyl
splashed on loose leaf
We can embrace on the business end of my face first
Joe vs. the Volcano suicide leap
Dance with the vinyl monster
Devil in a blue sky flyin' with clean conscience
Save the gesture
you can't save the children, we weren't worth the effort

I'm a Caveman
Your modern ways frighten and confuse me
I watch your spirit box with the blinking lights and think
Are those little people trapped in that box? (No, Caveman)
But I do know converted mic digital 8-bus Mackie Avalon compression
Combined with 8-step perfected
Dirty words paralyze crumbs and infect ****
Infectious
Insofar as the ineffectual beg for the lectures
Development arrested
Trapped in the Cuckoo's nest
Looking for the nexus
If it's wild like that child fire 'em
infrared scope in the clutch of a tyrant
New World lullaby, Sirens
Stuck migrants, lust and blind violence
It's all bad timing
Getting murked on a Tram over Roosevelt Island
You think that's spacey?
Deep Space 9 millimeter, son, keep smiling

This is for the fringes and such
my generation just sit like ducks
see the rubble glisten that what I trust
tell the historians I'm right here holding my nuts
Right here holdin' my nuts
Right here holdin' my nuts
Right here holdin' my nuts
Right here holdin' my nuts

Existence on the fringes and such
My generation make friends with slugs
Thank god for the drugs and drums
Tell history that I'll be right here hiding from guns

right here hidin' from guns
Right here hidin' from guns
Right here hidin' from guns

For the love of god, run

I took this photograph soaking wet
After an 8-ball cataract broken jazz bass frett
The same touch to the chest of a young musician
He wrote his own eulogy with cocaine hands
Heroin arms, Novocaine memories
Lost since dropped into room from pink mammaries
Off of the dome, **** I'm off of the phone
Off of the couch, off track
Out at OTB with a stub and a heart murmur
A flask in a fanny pack
A bastard on any track
(C'mon) Daddy needs a new Megatron
Cause the die cast was metal and blasted his left arm
You should've viewed how it affected John, cause
He erected bubble truths that burst loose from a glass bear hug
Cannonballing from mattresses for kitty litter fragments
Gleaming white under the black light
Well that's a random journal entry from scissor-hand nostalgia
Powers down to transfers
To some elected methodology of bare-knuckle compassion
A train wreck waiting to happen
Spelled out with refrigerator magnets
G-R-O-W-N-A-S-S-M-A-N, ducking his own death threats
And stay fresh (What?)
Microscopic Sally Struthers with a lobster bib,
Munching on white platelets
Epiphanies leap out and surprise
Off of a batch of dead friends, the hardest way to get zen
You mother****ers don't have grit,
You're all teenage poetry, martyrs without causes
Alarmists and opinions (get taxed)
Mother****er, did I sound abstract?
I hope it sounded more confusing than that
Cause my clarity was found under the arm
Of an economy sized mouse trap
I dedicate this to Matt Doo (thank you)
My name is El-P, I produce and I rap too

You're not promised tomorrow
You're not promised tomorrow
You're not promised tomorrow
You're not promised tomorrow
You're not promised tomorrow
You're not promised tomorrow
You're not promised tomorrow
You're not promised tomorrow

Yo, yo

I'm bottle rocket conflicted, all dirty with flame on wic nit
Lookin for a hero in stores, looking for heart of gold whores
I swear the lust monkey sweat soaks in my pores
And this is one step from a junky liver breaking in doors
They playing global thermal nucleus games
Lets rearrange the whole complaint
Who the **** is down to steal me some paint?
We could get ancient with this ****
on some cavernous wall Description, I'm lit
Trying to draw this figure eight with a twig
As if the symmetry alone is a prescription to live
The rusty touch the rubble convert working plummeting MIG
Cause its a dogfight for the privilege of hope as a fix
And I'mma rally round the family till the quota conflicts
My generation is beautiful coma, REM hold the bliss
And the answer that just eluded you my friend don't exist
Unless we torch our own entrapments and exact our own scripts
Tuned mass damper baby, yeah that's the ****

to Get retarded on a boom box frame (frame!)
When all the funny little games are dead (dead!)
Rush said he didn't like the name (name!)
Try to tell me that my peoples aren't Def? (Def!)
Rebels spill the pattern thats dusty (dusty!)
Uprock with a mad hatter thought (thought!)
Tryin to act live on Mr Toad's Wild Ride
Get ingested without prejudice daddy's revenge on Oedipus

Standing on a precipice holding hands with Gepetto the lecherous
Manipulator of oak, the sick joke
liars want to be real and conceal the nose growth
in the first row a the show, try to front you get choked
Slayed Bambi, sprayed his whole family
Try to act cute, got his hoofs in my pantry
Frolic through the woods destitute and mad aggy
Brainwashed badly, the propaganda had me
When the design of modern culture is modeled after new (Sodom)
Bottle and packeged with emotions for kiddies to get robotic
I come with damage thats fantastically uncomfortable, kill the paradigm
vomiting rotted language addict, thorns for Brer rabbit

When the city burns down I'm gonna go to Disney World, world world world world

Front now, you got a cheshire cat grin
eerie malevolence of commerce combined with backspins
I'm just a kid, tryin' to do good for my friends whose lives end
While the queen of radio play painting the carnations red
Fantasia 2000, was a number one flick
The housing development built to collapse quick
arousing the relevant faith to berate this
Dousing the machine, gasoline and flame fists
I'm full blown, apocaloid perp needle dirt
Born to make a thumper that warns the scorched earth
Anarchist chef, make napalm from Nerf
Put the propane to the fertilizer watch it convert
Penny... ante, cheaply imitated
the dead dis rotary blade persuade many
But look a little closer, the jails are not empty
the rabbit hole, made for the meek and re-entry
You're on the wrong side of the looking glass now Paw, face it
My brainiac drums make computers lose patience
Decepticon era kid, scream Zulu Nation
A hundred and forty nine stay high battle cadence

Live among the merchants of blood (blood!)
but all the power and control means **** (****!)
now you can frolic with the demons in the mud (mud!)
But mother****er you don't want to match wits (wits!)

Spit on a corporate lackey, unhand me
Hand me the contract and back away slowly
Spit **** distorted if wack, I'm disbanding
Either feel the hellfire, or pay what you owe me
Top of the world mom, and all these lights are so bright
the Epcot center of the industry, snorting snow white
Tryin to find a happy thought, dwarves wanna fly
And naked lethal weapon plunge off a high rise
Up against the Weathermen? you're an adult in never neverland
Dumbos that step on toes with that fly **** contraband
veteran straight from the nang death cookie
duely compensated by saturation of rookies
No self pity and no savin' the children
No romance, dancin' and group hugs
No tolerance for internet wars or soft beats
Lord of the island where Piggy got stuck

When the city burns down I'm gonna go to Disney world
World, world, world, world
When the city burns down I'm gonna go to Disney world
World, world, world, world
When the city burns down I'm gonna go to Disney world
World, world, world, world
When the city burns down I'm gonna go to Disney world
World, world, world, world

(Dead Disney mother****ers... ha, El Producto
Yo... 2002 ****, bring your kids, bring the family
Weathermen, Def Jux, ha, ha)

[Aesop]
I slash monikers backwards
Haggle proof snaggletooth fabulous 5 freddy
Krueger finger discount bliss lou retton dismount
Spin out of control to doctor basics
Bladed secada wings offer awkward facelift
Leak laser to fade ****

[El-P]
I splash commoner fragments, rattle crews, cattle lose
Fabulous four finger ringer, backflip, discount mechanism
Sex distortion, terror gorn from old favorate phasing
Famous danger lacing agent, baby

[Aesop]
Aim high, when a flying monkey swoops down over
Dorothy sound system
To capture the bitches and toto too systems
Y'all pimps front on some indestructible daytrip with the
Lifespan of a box playing public enemy in Sal's famous
Feel dystopia vs. Elysium, time ticks and the hand keeps feeding them
A billion try to bark revolution when only knee deep in the medium
Duck you lucked out, there's 1 out of every 99 fans on the same route
Another colossal blunder
Born as heir to thom inside of spirit, better scatter for your teepee
For every American sleepy teen parked in TV, friendly apartments
Carving this creepy nations of p.t. barnums
Where you at? I'm right the **** here right now
Where you at? I'm getting the **** down tonight
Where you at? I'm a spread the **** out something precious
Gavels for the guilty rattlesnake bait for the snitches
Cackles for the silky shallow lake wades for the midgets
Badges for the piggys that'll make hate seem less vicious
Shackles for the filthy battle break plates for your interests
I'm a strap your dignity down and see what that bitch could bench press
Relentless, archon player, after dark parking lot cipher slayer, roll'em
Catch snake eyes in 3 dimensions for the artificial martyr
Freeze dried poltergeist just add water
Excuse me sir do you know how fast you were going? **** no
What's that in the back seat? that's a stolen can of rusto
Who's that riding shotgun? that's my homie El-Producto
Peddle to the floorboard delorean be gone, peace

[El-P]
These ***gots hit like teddy bears thrown agains wooden doors
By a misunderstood teenage girl in a moment of self importance
Call it off beat, jagged, ragged, form the pattern
The mere thought of sounding like those who you revere fills me with sadness
I'm a burner tone and outline bricks with shifty throw up
Laminated for my friends who had to croak before I grew up
Among the wildly uninhabitable traffic of bad bliss
Where the tainted droids of dummy noise cancer gets unhinged
See me, kabuki theatre leader, disease clips
Tryna handle contrabant of an applause meter tint, bad scrimmages
Played with collectable bitch mc cooper mounted miniatures
Retard flow bee holder business, the "you don't show me ****" list
Megaplex is stress caress, all the time apacoloid, bite bleak void
Small world big nose, sonce you're in the closet
Anyway see if you can walk to Narnia skippy, save the earthy wisdom
I'm immersed in millennial bad touch funk may day man with 808 trunk
Ghostface tape bump, tooly clutched, Tony Robbins mantra mouth escape monk
Mega-magnetic MRI fingers scanning woman for breast lumps, c'mon chunk
Your not a ****in' goonie, most of these advanced rappers grew up in the forest
I'm the walrus, sitting on my cornflake float out to the chorus
Sarcasm isn't advanced, it's the inexpirienced mans preference
Criticism isn't smart, it's for the artfully dejected
Hardly holds the fluid, partly 212 crew, 718 create burner movement
Hybrid unfallable, funkadelic truancy smothered
Fell into the meat grinder like classic Hustler cover
The silky legged ecto-thugs run and hug each other
For pilferers of sanctimony coldly pillow smother
1st is the originator (me), 2nd is the influence (you)
3rd is the innovator (me), 4th is the institution (my crew)
5th is perpetuity it lives throught the Delusion
Before I hop in the Delorean I **** on Mr.Fusion

Great Scott, Doc
We need to go back in time to when mother****ers could rock
88 miles per hour, bring it back to the block and get (Mc Fly)
Peel the **** out before the lightning hit the clock