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EL-P : Accidents Don't Happen lyrics

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #

EL-P lyrics : "Accidents Don't Happen"

(feat. Cage, CamuTao)

[El-P: official]

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
that's 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 it's costing god fortunes
(guess he took a second job on the force to afford it)

I don't want a part of these self fulfilled prophecies
man it's too much for my stubbornness, I hate the people runnin' %#@!
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 $#&@)
I'll take a hostage and walk through the mosh pit

pristine untouched, NB703's untouched
trust is a commodity crushed by 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 I'm exhausted by the scope of this dark god on opiates
breakfast for dystopian ruthless hope movements
seasonal and festive the butchery's lookin good

and now writers block is a prison camp where free press regress
now you can hypnotize the herd
I'm alive with fly visions that attack like Alfred [email protected]@#! 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 you're listening, get down with this (*##$, whistle along.

It's like the Bilderburgs came to dinner with filthy birds

they #[email protected] all infected I'm 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
Can't 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 G's together before harvest light
I'll take all this

the hell I'm doin?
Dippin this whole $#&@in' pound in enbalmin fluids
you think I rhyme to do it? if it's (?on point?)) shot is

If you can't help but sleep peel off your eyelids.


It's the year 2010, you can say what you want
But I bet if you light this blunt, dummy, the feds'll come runnin'
Lock you up, lock you out, you ain't tryin' to listen

Cameras in your food, dude, look they're trying to listen
Lock you up, lock you out, we got bugs in the house
We're being monitored, they know we got thugs in the house

Don't light your blunt, (*##$, they'll 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 ^!$$%s

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 ho's 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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