No Kings Lyrics - Singles - El-p

And the kids say 

Watch your man, I think he's faking the band 

Y'all will either run the world or destroy it while holding hands 

Architect, terrible vet with bent flashback 

Me clutching a 30 OD, burn village laughing 

Gas mask latched in, signal for the whirly 

Worm killer bird on the set, I flex early 

Got to beat the rush and report it all to the hive mind 

Weathermen and such, motherfucks, try to malign mine 

Let's digress now, kings, put your cans up 

Paint the city scope with the prettiest type of cancer 

Watch 'em laser surg every tumor like a fatal relica 

New York is the truancy burg, stte of hysterica 

It's a brutalized lab bunny jumping the fence 

Grab the money and the charger for the microchip embedded in head 

Brooklyn is the life, equal parts joy, strife 

I sit up in the cribbo and carve these 'noid kites out of lead 

The same weight of the monkey on my neck 

Who crawled off my back and tried to make friends 

Now I'm walking 'round lit like the fun never ends 

But someone ran their key on my whip, plus left dents 

Welcome to my bastard delight night, gents 

Where everything has a meaning but none of it makes sense 

Living is so demeaning but rappers still wanna offer 

Fake aliens from lying saucers 

I don't have the time, man, I'm searching for bigger answers 

The beat is so sick, made with real bits of panther 

The clay of the city streets, don't take to these broken cleats 

But I hold my johnson and walk it retarded, it's just me 

What up, Tame? 

Desperate men do dangerous things 

Full alarm system, New York with no kings 

Desperate kids do dangerous shit 

Full alarm system, it's on where you live 

[Incomprehensible] 

My name is El-Producto, my friend, I walk rawly 

Oddly bent pod beast, fiends try to draw me 

Another close copy but not the God hardly 

Sex shit sloppily, fuck yourself, pardon me 

Look, here comes the scientists, here they come to cure us all 

Mind is on your money, sonny, brain is on the curtain call 

Give the kid a sack of D, pass the child a bag of C 

Even in the tenement residence there's a pharmacy 

Deadly young people, deadly new day 

Young deadly dumb kick snare pattern play 

Dignity for criminals, science for religion 

War stole the future, peace is for bitches 

Evey thing's a felony, relatively hellishly 

Cops make guns whistle like here, check the melody 

You need to learn to worship the warships 

Anything made of steel, of course can leave corpses 

Cops on four horses, hot to draw quarters 

The morbidist thoughts are mad laws and enforced quick 

Don't lift your foot off of that land mine switch 

Till I make the 20 yard dash and cover my eyelid 

We don't need no edumucation, there's no patience 

My team is on the food line, blinker in the waist and 

Walkies all connected, gotta wait for the signal 

Weathermen are the lefties that burn to the bone gristle 

Insight is disease, feed the criminal rotary 

All over the world it's the same skull fuck locally 

Alpha Flight airs that are rare, we rock openly 

Feeling like a kid again, umbilical choking me 

Never shit on my faction of bastards, not openly 

Don't you even whisper shit, not even if jokingly 

Straight out of poisonville, coming up for air again 

Nah, the air is poisonous, environment choking me 

Do it again 

Desperate men do dangerous things 

Full alarm system, New York with no kings 

Desperate kids do dangerous shit 

Full alarm system, it's on where you live 

Yeah, biatches