EL-P lyrics : "The Full Retard"
prolly, got me, on a radar with a dot these, watching, plotting minions of the lower god scene,
%#@! hawks abound, in the town of bullet dodging I'm a rocky, run a hundred a mile before my coffee,
%#@!ty little sick kid, the Gippers hitting for dolo now I'm rarified, signal lit verified bossy,
$#&@ your droid noise, void boys 'noid ploy,
oi oi, i'll rugby kick the %#@! out your groin boy
oi ve, the slayers of your harmony !@$^ life, throat $#&@ your lucky day the flight of a torn kite
holy smokes, city blown to the bone the death server, fit a Heartz with a burner, whip to the church of murder sermon,
just a cassandra too drained to painfully word it further
future of a gerbil up $$# of !@%@ thats my word up,
so you should pump this %#@! like they do in the future
pump this %#@!,
in your floating whip system
pump this %#@!,
in the bread line, the prison,
pump this %#@!,
from the chip under your wrist skin,
I am sam, i am known to go H.A.M., the full !@$!
playing taps on a keytar, in the Benz or the Beamer,
either, etherlicious or rebel yelling the theme of
son of forgotten freedom, rebel ariba riba
metal and man have melted, settle in to the FEMA, dream a,
your polluted house speaker, leader
yes indeed a, dawn of the dirt and doom draws nearer,
here's a mirror mirror to peer, fear grows clearer,
steer a, path away from the panic of our era,
pyramided ocular, unlided insignia
weirder heres another burner born and big in ya
sector, rectified and fly sound selector,
I'm a, $#&@ing ill, trill, kill at will etc.,
brooklyn to the basic DNA math measurer,
better leave the lion alone do not pet him he'll
$#&@ start your burp hole, jet in burgundy pleather
woah
so you should pump this %#@! like they do in the future
so you should pump this %#@! like they do in the future
so you should pump this %#@! like they do in the future
so you should pump this %#@! like they do in the future
where harmony and love reign
no longer do we live in a society bent on it's own destruction
children of every race, creed and religion frollick through fields
of golden dandelions
those who know lust trust the flow is disgust touch, producto back rap rush, you'll notice the lad crush.
im potent, intact, a black hearted and lunged up,
tarded and touched plus designer of funk rust,
oh el is back on that %#@!, huh? that Paincave Kid talk, at the end of the painbow, the permanant stain bop,
maligning my name will holy ark up your squads face, viewers of the divine rage learn to worship the hard way,
you get it? i don't fade, just float where the poem slays, at home with a roach hazed, alone or with hoes great,
i called but got a tone better boat out the borough post haste,
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