Run The Numbers

Two out of the five of these fuses are wired live
 If I wanna survive I gotta
 FIND THOSE DETONATORS!
 |1: El-P|
 Broken and bleeding writer dash of the brooklynite vagrant
 Half a robotic monkey ugly born of viral agent
 Vandal tarantula know to handle the phaser drunken
 Scripted on city park benches under the fritzy tungsten
 Son of urban confusion hatched in a pit where the brutes live
 Put the stogie out in my palm and then grin (I'm the rudest)
 Serotonin deficient living the poisonous promise
 The boys and girls club of unemployable liars squadren
 Silly peasant pathetic plus dirty mutt of the ages
 OK dystopia, these fuckers are ripe for containment
 Half dead man slut ever ready to love my leader
 Servitude is contagious (FIND THOSE DETONATORS!)
 CCWM a rain of the dead confetti
 The laughing stock of the karma corrupted emissaries
 Captain of industry, partly magnet of larcen, arsony
 Captured in loser-vision I bop so retardedly artily
 |2: Aesop Rock|
 Ask me about our specials, I'd go for the razor chicken
 Hope his delivery radius play to Gracie Mansion
 Fly the curmudgeon banner, my liberty army cheering
 Limbo the philistine art police on the armor piercing
 Marker to garden weasel, he's usually mucho woozy
 Brutally feuding, call your Pluto, Goofy, Cujo, Snoopy
 Moody mammal division, Weatherville is better faded
 The world is yours, money, now (FIND THOSE DETONATORS!)
 Some of the city pissy, itchin' them lottery numbers
 My 40 thieves enjoy your banquet of property owners
 We were probably stoney eye to glassy game face
 Still save the princess with no slippage in the frame rate
 Chew his way through the muzzle, tussle with the 'gimme gimme'
 Nothing in common with prominent modern city envy
 Subtly bloodied up, what a seedy media frenzy
 I found a cure for cancer but it wasn't radio friendly
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 FIND THOSE DETONATORS!
 "Nows the fucking time"
 Burn the building down, show me what it sounds like to organize and get really loud
 "Nows the fucking time"
 Lets get it movin, you suckers
 |3: El-P|
 Down at the labor camp, they make a drone of men
 Mamas boy once but now I've learned to speak draconian
 And this is all for you, another tattered kite
 I feel it too this is a beautiful and tragic night
 All I covet is honor, reaching in murky waters
 And barely blinked when piranha teeth turned my hand to schwarma
 Your bad land buddy, animal ear they tagged me
 Digi the cause acoster kid capture the flaggy braggy
 Tragedy man Cassandra, actually raised by women
 My father skated but he left me with latent addiction
 One of the breed of bonkers, I wouldn't dare to lecture
 I don't know how to lead, there's got to be somebody better
 Weak in the kneesy species, dreaming of future faded
 Seen where the suture stiches nitted, slipped? I'm with you baby
 Lets get obnoxious with it, I wanna know what brave is
 I'm tired of sitting here pretending I'm not fucking dangerous
 Sitting on the front lines you can hear the soldiers say...
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 "What happened what happened?"
 "Degradation, degradation"
 "What happened what happened?"
 "Explosion Explosion Explosion"
 "What happened what happened?"
 It always comes back to a bush
 |Bridge: El-P|
 2 were the haunted vessels that miraculously aimed
 3 were the holy carcasses that started up in flames
 1 and 2 had a patsy the was factually plane
 7 out of envy must have wanted just the same
 And in 6.5 seconds science floated out to space
 On the most virginal of physics drifted a truly wondrous day
 And if the party tells me 5 fingers then 5 is what I'll say
 No matter that the 4 displayed are waving in my face
 No matter that the 4 displayed are waving in my face {X2}
 "And, and we were standing here when... when there was some sorta"