[Intro: El-P] 1 2 Ladies and gentlemen I would like to take the time to introduce to you A group of very talented young and yet (cannibals) Bloody and violent individuals (running down your area) People who are bound to eat your children in a fit of rage And then smile in your face [Verse 1: El-P] Cipher unknown, phone home From boom box nationals Scratch demonstrator attach that to dedicate This involves all total all city caught up Caught up all city kid nurtured in the game understands In a place where you live In demand a saturated burn mega radio dyed eccentric kid Add a frequency to sifted intelligent biped lid To combine rent I sent them [Verse 2: Vast Aire] You want to pop shit and get popped in the top lip? I shoot the five and on a good day I bite bullets We use bear traps to catch weasels Metal mouth's diesel and the bite's lethal We in the catacomb, nappy headed never used a comb And built with the forces that blew away Dorothy's home I grab the mic like, "Are you experienced?" But I don't play the guitar, I play my cadence And if I exhaled arguments only to hold my breath I would die, and I ain't talking hair color I'm talking about the reality with my mother's eye water The author with a Papermate Spitting paperweights [Verse 3: El-P] Whether trapped in a government-funded box or free range A .22 nicotine patch automatic sedate When it comes to cross something - dead Can't tell the residents Residents, I be NYC [Verse 4: Vast Aire] Now this environment's a product of me Function sloppy identity copied With a rhyme scheme so ill we change rap to con artists I'm honest to a fault and it's my fault I'm that honest I guess it's the dimension I climb out And flow like arachnids on water spouts The circle is never seen and seldomly heard about They put me in a cage and Mega will break me out [Verse 5: Vordul Megalah] Broke out the cage and blazed an ice cold bowl of sage Patrolling the maze with four Os and blades Spit flows straight off corn rows and braids Light bones and strike domes with Words I spray automatic vinyl accapell Separate your soul from the shell Trapped in the belly Find me spitting these raps on the celly That's Mega popping as-salaam lecture Send a message for those starving in the Mecca Cooking up measures, stressing the po Mixed in the vein cold trying to escape As the pain grows with insane flows Fit for those wanting to oppose copyright division Leave you leaking on a stretcher Puffin on the o, pop you with a biscuit Fucking with the o plus the x Bust with effects head blow Shine these cats divine spit with lines That go straight through spines Witness animals robbing armored trucks And escape with nines Cause tragedies, crack clavicles, rap classical We're at 7th Avenue, New York, the city of crime In the city sublime Wrapped in subliminal thoughts of criminal ways While critical times got my mind locked in a physical maze Trapped in another noose guzzling two Kahlúas Pop through your bubble goose with raps (takes time) Pissy, still this all day flow mic jiggy Rep that NY City, trapped in the shitty, we gets busy On Mike Nitty, stay twizzy, wrap phillies And crack dutches, live in the rap function Flows often bananas off the nut crunches Salute profanity with middle finger fuckers Live for you duckers, suckers [Outro: Vordul & El-P] I don't have an end piece That's hot
Just imagine how Wiz was living when he was on top of the game back then And life was great listening to Rolling Papers onifc I miss them days so much man no bills no worries middle school family was strong and together lots of vacations etc I’d give anything to go back
