Smithereens (stop Cryin') Lyrics - Singles - El-p

Fell asleep late, Neon Buzz 

P.T.S. stress, we do drugs 

City air strange, sticky lungs 

Mayor Doomberg gives no funds 

And I'm cryin', cryin' 

Call out with a fiendish ring 

Broken into smithereens 

Every thing's exactly how it seems 

And it would seem 

That I am cryin', cryin' 

In a world of super duper whores 

The kids just want a little more 

Little tycos do the bloody mind sex 

With a veteran's decor 

And I'm cryin', cryin' 

So, when I step in the stop frame 

I became pure BK 

'Cause I grew up around the Krazy Kings 

And inhaled second hand spray 

I'm cryin', cryin' 

Where the walls talk your defiances 

And alliances were made 

With a fugitive dash after class 

To harass the gods of fame 

Cryin', cryin' 

And the goons that I collude with 

On this rude shit same way 

And will break a crab down in public 

Just to manipulate their pain 

Cryin', cryin' 

Why should I be sober 

When God is so clearly dusted out his mind 

With cherubs puffin' a bundle 

Trying to remember why he even tried 

Down here it's 30 percent every year 

To fund the world's end 

But I'm broke on Atlantic Ave 

Trying to cop the bootleg instead 

Pure savage established hard rock talk 

Circa 93 proof 

Walked the high road to infinity 

With simile truant moves 

When the wandering ration line derails 

I steal food 

Maybe, tread where the sidewalk hawks 

Look alive and hide tools 

On a bed that someone else made 

Trying to wait for the next boot 

When it dropped you took 

Prime-time Hellemundo off mute 

Old folks say, "Time to build" 

But demolition pays more loot 

Rip patch from your Hazmat suit 

Slip past with an odd bop 

El Producto sort of strange 

They say he stares at you, long range 

Perhaps he's lookin' past us all 

With his thousand yard gaze 

Cryin', cryin' 

And he sees how MCs 

Became contorted with their own lies 

And went from battle rap to gun talk 

Like we ain't notice the change, yeah right 

It's the city I broke down in 

The velor couture township 

Where they lost the rock box batteries 

And forgot how shit was founded 

Cryin', cryin' 

And critics all see me twisted 

They don't get my whole existence 

An actual B boy brainiac 

Who'll smack you out your mittens 

Cryin', cryin' 

Now, I feel that motherfuckers owe me dap 

For contributing actual raps 

That's not a construct for the radio 

On that plasticine path 

I'll be your homie, bust through the Dolby 

Lonely, all cast aside and homely 

Wildly pour chrome heat of vigilante words 

Insert hurt in a dome-piece 

And the last of all I have is yours, now 

Surrendered nice and calmly 

As a tot played on a block of bricks 

And double dutched with the zombies 

I'll rip your squad in nothing 

But a cock ring and pair of PuertoRoc dunks 

I built the bag that cats will drown in 

When the water's colored rust 

And the last thought that I had 

In the back of the little bus 

Was of a Oklahoma city flair 

Through kiddy flesh fade to dust 

Move with me little soldier bitty 

We'll cloak and dagger the city 

We'll hope to stagger magnificence 

Till the pattern of blasphemy's quitting 

And I keep my meaning tucked deep 

So, y'all creepers give me some privacy 

Don't ask for something literal 

From a child of secret society 

There's a position to be filled 

You fuckin' assholes, keep your eye on me 

But save your precious advice 

'Cause all my life everyones lied to me 

And I'm cryin' 

Fell asleep late, Neon Buzz 

P.T.S. stress, we do drugs 

City air strange, sticky lungs 

Mayor Doomberg gives no funds 

And I'm cryin', cryin' 

Call out with a fiendish ring 

Broken into smithereens 

Every thing's exactly how it seems 

And it would seem 

That I am cryin', cryin'