- El-P Accidents Don't Happen 歌詞
- El-P
- Yo I touch with rusted clutch then spun out of the dust
And careen into the temples of automated destruct
Nanotech bugs in the blood get unplugged
Fishing for the fly **** hybrid
I run among the mudskipper swarms
Through warnings and good morning Beiruits
Little Billy Blunderbuss looking for more recruits
City life is practice casket truancy
Thats the rule of you and me brash unmasked lunacy
Friends used to laugh fast grasped little truth from me
Now they check their bags with a staff claspin Uzis
Who deserves the wrath without warning
The same sky for the martyr
With a spork scorch New York forfeits
Run among the poppy fields order some more clips
Store trips are weird but the fear is forceless
Bloomey bought the city of Lego and ****ty metal hull
Jitters to the floor boards burnt almost aborted
Flight of the accidental tourist morbid
The advertising gods so oddly courtship
Godly corporate squads plot these tortures
Holiness is hard and its costing god fortunes
(guess he took a second job on the force to afford it)
I dont want a part of these self fulfilled prophecies
Man its too much for my stubbornness
I hate the people runnin shit
Now if you sleep at ground o below wishing you peaceful sleep
Where horror on the surface emerges less frequently
Metal bars of ancient
Rome dissolved from the scenery (now what the ****)
Ill take a hostage and walk through the mosh pit
Pristine untouched NB703s untouched
Trust is a commodity crushedby Pol Pottery
Your cookie cutter laws contain flaws in philosophy
Tumbling down a flight of Escher bach steps delight
Cause the man who raped my sister wont sleep right tonight
Now I suppose the pretty horses in fours could love more
But Im exhausted by the scope of this dark god on opiates
Breakfast for dystopian ruthless hope movements
Seasonal and festive the butcherys lookin good
And now writers block is a prison camp where free press regress
Now you can hypnotize the herd
Im alive with fly visions that attack like
Alfred Hitchcock raising rabid carrier pigeons
True the only form of com not tapped is trapped strong
In the cranium of future rebel infants whistling the song
I know youre listening get down with this ***** whistle along
Its like the Bilderburgs came to dinner with filthy birds
They ***** all infected Im lookin for milky words
They pulled my third eye out then they let it dry out
Had to pour my belief in Chrst to find out
What I look like with no skin
Who mandated while the back of my paper is still luminated
Even your no flipped egyptian Euro
Got my website shut down by the Bureau
Cant kick it with the dead until my life stop
But Bush got a ouija to talk to Adam Weishaupt
I breath artist time fans the artist
Put a couple Gs together before harvest light
Ill take all this
The hell Im doin
Dippin this whole ***** * pound in enbalmin fluids
You think I rhyme to do it if its (on point) shot is
If you cant help but sleep peel off your eyelids
Its the year 2010 you can say what you want
But I bet if you light this blunt dummy the fedsll come runnin
Lock you up lock you out you aint tryin to listen
Cameras in your food dude look theyre trying to listen
Lock you up lock you out we got bugs in the house
Were being monitored they know we got thugs in the house
Dont light your blunt ***** theyll hit you with a switch
Hit you with a beam hit you in the brain
Make you go totally insane
Wild out guns in the spot flippin on you ***** *
They take you out then the Feds push guns on the roof
They take em out melt you out cause you know too much
After that you know your hos get touched
Look Then the meaning starts
Download your chip to a memory card
Give your chips and send em to a city job
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