Misc Hip Hop El-P - Deep Space 9mm Lyrics

* One twoGet behind the walls of new Roma, wanna buy the
farmBut the land's not yours to own?Who owns
Police? Who holds floor grease on a sandy beach?Blood
beachDance with a man he starts clutching, he uglyPunks hung halo teachHugged by the math with the cable
reachA hundred and sixty-six channels litTo train
that animal sh*tWhere the mind's eye redefinedWhere's God? Buy a car, Kick tiresBack
in Eighty-Six I livedWith a four-course artistryMetal ones took turns showin' off colors and sh*tLike I invaded the mating dance ritualCriminal nowWild things defined beautiful under my powerEl Producto
flash-fest-issMotherf**kers be like, "Ow, why haven't
we left yet"Blithering sideway twang, the youth and brain
management troupeThe man is like BOOOPYou can't
touch the Krush GrooveI live by the lunch tableTouched fablesDucked labelsLookout for the one
he'd abide with the terrible stablesSigned to
RawkusI'd rather be mouth f**ked by n___s
unconsciousCallin' all bomb threatsRadio
re-activated, caressUnder hella-ified missle defenseFenced in, better blame it on fame sh*t and grinWalk
with a bag full of kittensTake it to the river and throw
yourself inIn about four seconds the ether will begin to
leakWho wanna hold hands with this sicko
malnutritionistSoaked in newspeak?Dissolve into the
syncopated fragments of vinyl splashed on loose leafWe can embrace on the business end of my face firstJoe
vs. the Volcano suicide beefDance with the vinyl
monsterDevil in a blue skyline with clean conscienceSave the gestureBut can't save the children,
weren't worth the effortI'm a CavemanYour
modern ways frighten and confuse meI watch your spirit box
with the blinking lights and thinkAre 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 effectedDirty words paralyze words and infect
sh*tInfectiousInsofar as the ineffectual bed for
elections Development arrestedTrapped in the
Cuckoo's nestLooking for the nexusIf it's
wild like that y'all found infrared scope in the
clutch of a tyrantNew World lullaby SirensStuck
migrants, bust 'em by violenceIt's all bad
timingGetting merked on a Tram over Roosevelt IslandYou think that's s___ey?Deep s___e 9 millimeter,
son, keep smilingThis is for the fringes and suchMy generation just sit like dustFeed 'em off of us
and ask what I trustTell these stories, I'm right
here holdin' my nutsRight here holdin' my
nutsRight here holdin' my nutsRight here
holdin' my nutsRight here holdin' my nutsThis is for the fringes and suchMy generation ain't
friends with slugsThank god for the drugs and drumsTell these to read it, I'll be right here hidin'
from gunsRight here hidin' from gunsRight here
hidin' from guns