Текст песни El-P f Aesop Rock - Delorean
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[Aesop]I slash monikers backwardsHaggle proof snaggletooth fabulous 5 freddyKrueger finger discount bliss lou retton dismountSpin out of control to doctor basicsBladed secada wings offer awkward faceliftLeak laser to fade shit[El-P]I splash commoner fragments, rattle crews, cattle loseFabulous four finger ringer, backflip, discount mechanismSex distortion, terror gorn from old favorate phasingFamous danger lacing agent, baby[Aesop]Aim high, when a flying monkey swoops down overDorothy sound systemTo capture the bitches and toto too systemsY`all pimps front on some indestructible daytrip with theLifespan of a box playing public enemy in Sal`s famousFeel dystopia vs. Elysium, time ticks and the hand keeps feeding themA billion try to bark revolution when only knee deep in the mediumDuck you lucked out, there`s 1 out of every 99 fans on the same routeAnother colossal blunderBorn as heir to thom inside of spirit, better scatter for your teepeeFor every American sleepy teen parked in TV, friendly apartmentsCarving this creepy nations of p.t. barnumsWhere you at? I`m right the fuck here right nowWhere you at? I`m getting the fuck down tonightWhere you at? I`m a spread the fuck out something preciousGavels for the guilty rattlesnake bait for the snitchesCackles for the silky shallow lake wades for the midgetsBadges for the filthy that`ll make hate seem less viciousShackles for the filthy battle break plates for your interestsI`m a strap your dignity down and see what that bitch could bench pressRelentless, archon player, after dark parking lot cipher slayer, roll`emCatch snake eyes in 3 dimensions for the artificial martyrFreeze dried poltergeist just add waterExcuse me sir do you know how fast you were going? fuck noWhat`s that in the back seat? that`s a stolen can of rustoWho`s that riding shotgun? that`s my homie El-ProductoPeddle to the floorboard delorean be gone, peace[El-P]These faggots hit like teddy bears thrown agains wooden doorsBy a misunderstood teenage girl in a moment of self importanceCall it off beat, jagged, ragged, form the patternThe mere thought of sounding like those who you revere fills me with sadnessI`m a burner tone and outline bricks with shifty throw upLaminated for my friends who had to croak before I grew upAmong the wildly uninhabitable traffic of bad blissWhere the tainted droids of dummy noise cancer gets unhingedSee me, kabuki theatre leader, disease clipsTryna handle contrabant of an applause meter tint, bad scrimmagesPlayed with collectable bitch mc cooper mounted miniaturesRetard flow bee holder business, the "you don`t show me shit" listMegaplex is stress caress, all the time apacoloid, bite bleak voidSmall world big nose, sonce you`re in the closetAnyway see if you can walk to Narnia skippy, save the earthy wisdomI`m immersed in millennial bad touch funk may day man with 808 trunkGhostface tape bump, tooly clutched, Tony Robbins mantra mouth escape monkMega-magnetic MRI fingers scanning woman for breast lumps, c`mon chunkYour not a fuckin` goonie, most of these advanced rappers grew up in the forestI`m the walrus, sitting on my cornflake float out to the chorusSarcasm isn`t advanced, it`s the inexpirienced mans preferenceCriticism isn`t smart, it`s for the artfully dejectedHardly holds the fluid, partly 212 crew, 718 create burner movementHybrid unfallable, funkadelic truancy smotheredFell into the meat grinder like classic Hustler coverThe silky legged ecto-thugs run and hug each otherFor pilferers of sanctimony coldly pillow smother1st is the originator (me), 2nd is the influence (you)3rd is the innovator (me), 4th is the institution (my crew)5th is perpetuity it lives throught the DelusionBefore I hop in the Delorean I shit on Mr.FusionGreat Scott, DocWe need to go back in time to when motherfuckers could rock88 miles per hour, bring it back to the block and get (Mc Fly)Peel the fuck out before the lightning hit the clock