Ridiculoid

Shutup... Yo, yo, yo, yo
 My life's not right check one
 My life's not right check two
 My life's not right check three
 Are you ready???!!
 El-P: You know this was supposed to be for my album right?
 Vaste Aire: Oh. Whatever
 El-P: Its Ok
 When I send a sickness (ease down) dark soldiers
 Fallin in with flying debris
 And bad programs of landmines
 That remind me of the sexiest of slow jams
 I pull a Glock or fever murder the group by numbers
 I was nursed by the biggest of buildings
 And had the sonic volcanic cap
 That the butcher have attached to his dead mother
 Now this material might walk with a twitch and live for the twisted shit
 Images of Boy Scouts getting pistol whipped
 Electronic talents fold
 The realest television is the one that talks out loud to you
 When the plug is corroded out
 And they say productivity is up this month but I've lost my passion
 Sick of waiting in line for my weekly chocolate ration
 Its bad health and industrial sadness
 Never helped by tofu franks or holistic magnets
 This addiction is more random
 I walk door to door Mormon style spitting my sick tantrums
 Because I wasn't born handsome
 Now that my life's complete with a capacity to push greatness buttons
 With beats that have to be registered
 As sex offenders represented to the public
 I'll exfoliate your face with the acid inside my stomach
 Binge and purge, we live in thirty second blurbs
 And if consumers stopped existing we'd forget how to use words
 Just fuckin' eat each other til the next ice age occurs
 Or at the Source Awards scratchin' our heads like what happened
 If the kids would've disclosed their true alarm if you just ask them
 Out to plant life that sits and looks pretty
 To attract curious insects and angels when in the city
 That's below any self-respecting actress in a german schiesse film
 Who gobbled doggie dick and human feces
 My fingers tap buttons with sanctified awareness
 From heart scan to pulse readings
 This a voice from a dead dimension without astral projection
 The sluggish rugged discuss bunk that hovers
 Acme lab rat escape barely breathing through the heating vents
 I'll try to come back for my family before the poison feeding commence
 But if I should exhaust God's patience on some better take my place nigga
 Tell 'em it's the love that got me this far
 And it's in my dreams I see their faces and
 Murderers is like handles that clap sandals
 Hand sand off tools and I can't stand on two
 Amped off booze wheelie with my ankle bruised
 On the block silly with a mint ellesse
 Watch young ladies hop scotch with the pink jellies
 That's me trying to wop vetti
 With the longness and pot-bellied
 Til it's nauseous a raw dog orphan straight out of the orphanage often
 Lost in a realm tryin to find cells
 Strapped like a marksman with raps that'll off kids mad hi
 Got my mind wrapped in a coffin resurrect thoughts in amorphous
 Morph into Aquaman polyin in waters talkin to dolphins
 To get that bilingual spittin charm tryin to get it on
 And spit a thorn that'll split a form in half studyin math
 Light 'dro Eaton's love mixed with ash
 Spit bats that stick to DAT's
 Sip snapples and twist off caps when you fuckin with the sickest cats
 Yo
 My life's not right check one
 My life's not right check two
 My life's not right check three
 Are you ready???
 See I exist
 Iron fist
 Metal speech
 Scientist
 Came out the womb of a phoenix expect nothin less
 Then a mature flame velocity's my plane my thought is my train
 The galaxy's the body sun is the heart and the black hole's the brain
 Heard my verse had nuthin to say
 I leave your mouth open when you're standin
 The word's the missile, esophagus is the cannon
 Cipher unknown the upper hand on overstandin watch the landin
 Believe it or not I'm walkin on air
 Last of America's heroes here to close the circle
 I still remember the days of Coleco
 A daily struggle but I hold onto the vision
 Hip hop at it's best when it lacked television
 And everybody wasn't an emcee
 You know where the flows be and if you check the rhyme slowly
 You'll find out cats is unseen like Jarobi
 And most likely openin doors with the psyche
 Give it to Mikey. He'll eat anything
 Starving but hack or crush anything
 Not stars from the songs we sing this shit's ridiculoid