El-P lyrics

El-P lyrics

"The Nang, The Front, The Bush, And Shit lyrics"

Holy Wars lyrics
Isn't there a holy war You're going to With cause enough Enough to do The Holy Grail has disappeared There's nothing left to fight for here There's only fear Pick up where you last left off Pick up the little pieces You left upon the altar Devoted to yourself What to do No stakes in hand And nothingplanned O what to do To get to land Drifting in a godless world A hallowed life in a hollow world A lifeless life Pick up where you last left off Pick up the little pieces You left upon the altar Devoted to yourself Call your love a deity Call family th
(Pass me the tiger piss)
I tunnel rat into the hidden habits of collage dog inferno
No turning paths back(charlie attack!)
The half man have orders to burn the village
And come out with both hands intact
I'm not a mechanism born from disdain, I had to be trained
Now I catcall with dead walkers
I'll send a postcard form the Nang
If I can get onto the roof in time to hang
From the leg of this last chopper

Son of an obese burner perturbed to grow in a row
Of rotating blood colors on brick textures
And others modified climates make nasty tongue plunge
(head shots)
With opposite of chameleon blends from cartoon dreadnoughts
There was this parasite inside my wide intestinal tract
That took over my bark box before I had a chance to take my life back
And his deformed banter suprised me (where at?)
At the recruiters office, learning how to get a head in advertising
He said:
"Sure, others have passed, this is a gate to definition
But thats not the singular attraction to the setup
Not the action or the sacrifice of past draftees
Actually more of a layaway ducats plan
For the young get up and go out motivators
See the new soldiers s
So Much Time lyrics
You were so perfect I couldn't see That something was broken underneath That you were so fragile, a landslide You could give way Pulling the world up overhead You want me to pull you from the ledge But I've got no answers, in the end I hope you understand So much time has passed us by Though you try to make things right You just give away tonight Life was so perfect, we couldn't see That something was broken underneath That life is so fragile, a landslide We could give way
molder different From that antiquated taste of stately hatred" Well I came from melting options on the D train to the lobby See academics played second in my life To unmatriculated brain hobbies And I admire the dedication to you ranks Plus want the training Loss is not a big problem it's all about what I'd be gaining, "Well you'll get power, respect, an audience, a check, a car, Money for school, honey with uniform fetish on your tool, You'll travel, form bonds, be a part of something have a structure, catch bullets..." (catch bullets?) "...I meant cash bonus See this gold plaque, you could own it After killing half a million It's such a good feeling To earn your country's respect and love So what do you say son, are you my man?" Fuck it, sign me up Rock rock b boy, rock rock mang The nang, the nang, the nang, the nang Rock rock b boy, rock rock mang The nang, the nang, the nang, the nang I'm not a mechanism born from disdain, I had to be trained Now I cat call with dead walkers I'll send a postcard form the Nang If I can get onto the roof in time to hang From the leg of this last chopper Emerson Lake Palmer aka dirty larva spray harder What a marv
Ba Bump lyrics
[Will.i.am] Yea (woo) Uh (woo) the shit (woo) ya... Hey This is the beat that make you shake your rump That make your booty go ba-bump, ba-bump It?s that beat that make ya bump ya bump (ohh) Yea, just do what you want Up in the club just do what you want Get into it baby, get off your stump Girlies on the dance floor wiggle your fronts We got rhymes that always triumph This is the beat that make ya bump ya bump Shake your rump rump shaky shake your rump Its that beat that make y
elous martyr maker 50 gig tone hold old dusty digital makeup Melt with me slower this round Technical retardation sound round one sound the hardest Heartless Heartless harvest, farthest, farenheit alotted The hot shit, hopped up and shifty Shift shit sickly, monster ancient makeshift ministry mic on Nervous slur bomb teleprompter, sights on Laser head looks like a linguist fighter lights flurry down Rounds like a ration Allied force stranded Stranded like a lord of the bugs and disbanded Better bring the band aids Hustle shit fantasy gun talk Erotic logic walks out of boxes Dead thug hug slug, metal like molten De-evolve thug, crawl back in the ocean Hoppy Horatio choke on broke potion Broke and most potent to float, flank the facts Face the fucks with flak jackets Jack of all trade Embargos, faded like '88 Kane fashion I'm back like packers Mongoloid melody tracked backwards, broken into fragments With terpuntine flows that broke down biblical tablets Broken down handicapped cats leave in traction The breath of sick death leaves a chest convexed with no F Six steps to infected waste container misery Fat thighs chafe in the summer from humidity, humid
Sinseriously lyrics
In this world of changing faces New ideas from newer places Come learn from their distant traces We all have something to give. In crying for peace for eternal places Hugs and kisses and good vibrations. Bring forth to this new celebration And let the new world begin Experience the world so you can see Different kinds of people in different countries You'll find you're no different from the rest Laughing at the same jokes crying at someones death Not to know someone yet trust them. Without worry or assumption is great, but you
unhuman Brains that bloom tulips Caught between animal thoughts and what was taught by Confucious B-boy lucid, ugly motherfucker for faces of art addicts Just for my people Persecute plagiarist dangerous at a close range Dose brains close to the range To rope frames for the celebrity roast Most celebrity aspirations get tossed in the moat With the mackerel, actual track catapult Corpses act animate Walk around the back yard munching on brain cabinets Sad but erratic Irregular predator with bad brain magic Magic is a Siegfried and Roy with boy special Batter the tapestry with bruises Born to leak from alpine box in hot cruiser (straight bruiser) With chain mail coats and bullet proof chokers The most you can hope is to only get half choked That's half a joke I'm adamant, AWOL to the last atom Active ax handler, handle hurt merchandise Flirt, with inert word device devised Formed pertinent ties Tied to word commando kids, rise Show me those New York eyes Isolation eats at the face of phrase biters Bite bleak void, small world big noise Swallowed by void, wallow with toys Hollow metal slugs penetrated Just demonstrated Fuck your fake face I hate it