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No Kings (El-P)

And the kids say Watch your man, I think he's faking the band Y'all will either run the world or destroy it while holding hands Architect, terrible vet with bent flashback Me clutching a 30 OD, burn village laughing Gas mask latched in, signal for the whirly Worm killer bird on the set, I flex early Got to beat the rush and report it all to the hive mind Weathermen and such, motherf**ks, try to malign mine Let's digress now, kings, put your cans up Paint the city scope with the prettiest type of cancer Watch 'em laser surg every tumor like a fatal relica New York is the truancy burg, stte of hysterica It's a brutalized lab bunny jumping the fence Grab the money and the charger for the microchip embedded in head Brooklyn is the life, equal parts joy, strife I sit up in the cribbo and carve these 'noid kites out of lead The same weight of the monkey on my neck Who crawled off my back and tried to make friends Now I'm walking 'round lit like the fun never ends But someone ran their key on my whip, plus left dents Welcome to my bastard delight night, gents Where everything has a meaning but none of it makes sense Living is so demeaning but rappers still wanna offer Fake aliens from lying saucers I don't have the time, man, I'm searching for bigger answers The beat is so sick, made with real bits of panther The clay of the city streets, don't take to these broken cleats But I hold my johnson and walk it retarded, it's just me What up, Tame? Desperate men do dangerous things Full alarm system, New York with no kings Desperate kids do dangerous shit Full alarm system, it's on where you live [Incomprehensible] My name is El-Producto, my friend, I walk rawly Oddly bent pod beast, fiends try to draw me Another close copy but not the God hardly Sex shit sloppily, f**k yourself, pardon me Look, here comes the scientists, here they come to cure us all Mind is on your money, sonny, brain is on the curtain call Give the kid a sack of D, pass the child a bag of C Even in the tenement residence there's a pharmacy Deadly young people, deadly new day Young deadly dumb kick snare pattern play Dignity for criminals, science for religion War stole the future, peace is for bitches Evey thing's a felony, relatively hellishly Cops make guns whistle like here, check the melody You need to learn to worship the warships Anything made of steel, of course can leave corpses Cops on four horses, hot to draw quarters The morbidist thoughts are mad laws and enforced quick Don't lift your foot off of that land mine switch Till I make the 20 yard dash and cover my eyelid We don't need no edumucation, there's no patience My team is on the food line, blinker in the waist and Walkies all connected, gotta wait for the signal Weathermen are the lefties that burn to the bone gristle Insight is disease, feed the criminal rotary All over the world it's the same skull f**k locally Alpha Flight airs that are rare, we rock openly Feeling like a kid again, umbilical choking me Never shit on my faction of bastards, not openly Don't you even whisper shit, not even if jokingly Straight out of poisonville, coming up for air again Nah, the air is poisonous, environment choking me Do it again Desperate men do dangerous things Full alarm system, New York with no kings Desperate kids do dangerous shit Full alarm system, it's on where you live Yeah, biatches