El-P - Deep Space 9mm Lyrics
* send corrections to the typistOne twoyou'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 beachDance with the land sharks clutchin' heat, uglymonks hung halo teachHung by the math where the cable reachA hundred and sixty-six channels litThe train that animal shitWhere the mind's eye redefinesWhere's God?Buy car, Kick tiresBack in Eighty-Six I livedfor the four-course artistryMetal worms took turns showin' off colors and shitLike I invaded a mating dance ritualCriminal nowWhy 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 truthThen vanish like "poof"You can't touch the Krush GrooveI live on the lunch tableTouched fablesDucked labelscafeter one heat em live for the terrordome stablesSigned to RawkusI'd rather be mouth *****ed by Nazis unconsciousCallin' all bomb threatsthe Radio re-activator, caressUnder hellafied missle defenseFenced in, better blame it on fame's shitty grinWalk with a bag full of kittensTake me 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 vinylsplashed on loose leafWe can embrace on the business end of my face firstJoe vs. the Volcano suicide leapDance with the vinyl monsterDevil in a blue sky flyin' with clean conscienceSave the gestureyou can't save the children, we 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 compressionCombined with 8-step perfectedDirty words paralyze crumbs and infect shitInfectiousInsofar as the ineffectual beg for the lecturesDevelopment arrestedTrapped in the Cuckoo's nestLooking for the nexusIf it's wild like that child fire 'eminfrared scope in the clutch of a tyrantNew World lullaby, SirensStuck migrants, lust and blind violenceIt's all bad timingGetting murked on a Tram over Roosevelt IslandYou think that's spacey?Deep Space 9 millimeter, son, keep smilingExistence on the fringes and suchmy generation just sit like duckssee the rubble glisten that what I trusttell the historians I'm right here holding my nutsRight here holdin' my nutsRight here holdin' my nutsRight here holdin' my nutsRight here holdin' my nutsExistence on the fringes and suchMy generation make friends with slugsThank god for the drugs and drumsTell history that I'll be right here hiding from gunsright here hidin' from gunsRight here hidin' from gunsRight here hidin' from gunsFor the love of god, run
