Текст песни El-P f Cage, CamuTao - Accidents Don`t Happen
El-P f Cage, CamuTao - Accidents Don`t Happen слова песни
[El-P] (official)Yo, I touch with rusted clutch, then spun out of the dustand careen into the temples of automated destructnanotech bugs in the blood get unpluggedfishing for the fly shit hybridI run among the mudskipper swarms through warnings and good morning BeiruitsLittle Billy Blunderbuss looking for more recruitscity life is practice casket truancythat`s the rule of you and me, brash unmasked lunacyfriends used to laugh fast, grasped little truth from menow they check their bags with a staff claspin` Uziswho deserves the wrath without warningthe same sky for the martyr with a spork scorch New York forfeitsrun among the poppy fields order some more clipsstore trips are weird but the fear is forcelessBloomey bought the city of Lego and shitty metal hulljitters to the floor boards burnt almost abortedflight of the accidental tourist, morbidthe advertising gods so oddly courtshipgodly corporate squads plot these torturesholiness 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 propheciesman it`s too much for my stubbornness, I hate the people runnin` shitnow if you sleep at ground o below, wishing you peaceful sleepwhere horror on the surface emerges less frequently, metal bars of ancient Rome dissolved from the scenery (now what the fuck)I`ll take a hostage and walk through the mosh pitpristine untouched, NB703`s untouchedtrust is a commodity crushed by Pol Potteryyour cookie cutter laws contain flaws in philosophytumbling down a flight of Escher bach steps delightcause the man who raped my sister wont sleep right tonightnow I suppose the pretty horses in fours could love morebut I`m exhausted by the scope of this dark god on opiatesbreakfast for dystopian ruthless hope movementsseasonal and festive the butchery`s lookin goodand now writers block is a prison camp where free press regressnow you can hypnotize the herdI`m alive with fly visions that attack like Alfred Hitchcock raising rabid carrier pigeonstrue the only form of com not tapped is trapped strongin the cranium of future rebel infants whistling the songI know you`re listening, get down with this bitch, whistle along.[Cage]It`s like the Bilderburgs came to dinner with filthy birdsthey pussy all infected I`m lookin for milky wordsthey pulled my third eye out then they let it dry outhad to pour my belief in Chrst to find outwhat I look like with no skinwho mandated while the back of my paper is still luminatedeven your no flipped egyptian Eurogot my website shut down by the BureauCan`t kick it with the dead until my life stopbut Bush got a ouija to talk to Adam WeishauptI breath artist time fans the artistput a couple G`s together before harvest lightI`ll take all thisthe hell I`m doin?Dippin this whole fuckin` pound in enbalmin fluidsyou think I rhyme to do it? if it`s (?on point?)) shot isIf you can`t help but sleep peel off your eyelids.[CamuTao]It`s the year 2010, you can say what you wantBut I bet if you light this blunt, dummy, the feds`ll come runnin`Lock you up, lock you out, you ain`t tryin` to listenCameras in your food, dude, look they`re trying to listenLock you up, lock you out, we got bugs in the houseWe`re being monitored, they know we got thugs in the houseDon`t light your blunt, bitch, they`ll hit you with a switchHit you with a beam, hit you in the brain, make you go totally insaneWild out, guns in the spot, flippin` on you niggasThey take you out, then the Feds push guns on the roofThey take `em out, melt you out `cause you know too muchAfter that you know your ho`s get touchedLook, Then the meaning startsDownload your chip to a memory cardGive your chips and send `em to a city job