[00:00.00] 作词 : El-P
[00:52.64]Yo I touch with rusted clutch then spun out of the dust
[00:57.35]And careen into the temples of automated destruct
[01:00.32]Nanotech bugs in the blood get unplugged
[01:02.62]Fishing for the fly shit hybrid
[01:04.85]I run among the mudskipper swarms
[01:05.68]Through warnings and good morning Beiruits
[01:07.54]Little Billy Blunderbuss looking for more recruits
[01:10.03]City life is practice casket truancy
[01:12.48]That's the rule of you and me brash unmasked lunacy
[01:15.35]Friends used to laugh fast grasped little truth from me
[01:18.34]Now they check their bags with a staff claspin' Uzis
[01:21.08]Who deserves the wrath without warning
[01:22.97]The same sky for the martyr
[01:23.97]With a spork scorch New York forfeits
[01:25.96]Run among the poppy fields order some more clips
[01:28.48]Store trips are weird but the fear is forceless
[01:31.30]Bloomey bought the city of Lego and shitty metal hull
[01:33.92]Jitters to the floor boards burnt almost aborted
[01:36.30]Flight of the accidental tourist  morbid
[01:38.58]The advertising gods so oddly courtship
[01:40.92]Godly corporate squads plot these tortures
[01:44.53]Holiness is hard and it's costing god fortunes
[01:47.56](guess he took a second job on the force to afford it)
[01:50.61]I don't want a part of these self fulfilled prophecies
[01:52.36]Man it's too much for my stubbornness
[01:54.11]I hate the people runnin' shit
[01:55.02]Now if you sleep at ground o below wishing you peaceful sleep
[01:58.72]Where horror on the surface emerges less frequently
[02:00.67]Metal bars of ancient
[02:01.80]Rome dissolved from the scenery (now what the f**k)
[02:03.67]I'll take a hostage and walk through the mosh pit
[02:05.74]Pristine untouched  NB703's untouched
[02:06.92]Trust is a commodity crushed by Pol Pottery
[02:11.22]Your cookie cutter laws contain flaws in philosophy
[02:15.65]Tumbling down a flight of Escher bach steps delight
[02:17.53]Cause the man who raped my sister wont sleep right tonight
[02:19.60]Now I suppose the pretty horses in fours could love more
[02:21.78]But I'm exhausted by the scope of this dark god on opiates
[02:24.46]Breakfast for dystopian ruthless hope movements
[02:26.59]Seasonal and festive the butchery's lookin good
[02:29.55]And now writers block is a prison camp where free press regress
[02:32.29]Now you can hypnotize the herd
[02:33.84]I'm alive with fly visions that attack like
[02:35.84]Alfred Hitchcock raising rabid carrier pigeons
[02:37.62]True the only form of com not tapped is trapped strong
[02:40.24]In the cranium of future rebel infants whistling the song
[02:42.67]I know you're listening get down with this bitch whistle along
[03:02.28]It's like the Bilderburgs came to dinner with filthy birds
[03:05.27]They pussy all infected I'm lookin for milky words
[03:07.18]They pulled my third eye out then they let it dry out
[03:10.03]Had to pour my belief in Chrst to find out
[03:12.37]What I look like with no skin
[03:14.45]Who mandated while the back of my paper is still luminated
[03:17.61]Even your no flipped egyptian Euro
[03:20.54]Got my website shut down by the Bureau
[03:23.11]Can't kick it with the dead until my life stop
[03:26.24]But Bush got a ouija to talk to Adam Weishaupt
[03:28.91]I breath artist time fans the artist
[03:31.98]Put a couple G's together before harvest light
[03:34.36]I'll take all this
[03:35.54]The hell I'm doin
[03:36.68]Dippin this whole f**kin' pound in enbalmin fluids
[03:38.70]You think I rhyme to do it if it's (on point) shot is
[03:42.19]If you can't help but sleep peel off your eyelids
[03:55.61]It's the year 2010 you can say what you want
[03:57.52]But I bet if you light this blunt dummy the feds'll come runnin'
[04:02.35]Lock you up  lock you out you ain't tryin' to listen
[04:04.79]Cameras in your food dude look they're trying to listen
[04:07.36]Lock you up  lock you out we got bugs in the house
[04:09.65]We're being monitored they know we got thugs in the house
[04:12.41]Don't light your blunt bitch they'll hit you with a switch
[04:15.18]Hit you with a beam hit you in the brain
[04:16.32]Make you go totally insane
[04:18.08]Wild out  guns in the spot flippin' on you niggas
[04:20.59]They take you out then the Feds push guns on the roof
[04:23.64]They take 'em out melt you out 'cause you know too much
[04:26.13]After that you know your ho's get touched
[04:27.93]Look Then the meaning starts
[04:29.58]Download your chip to a memory card
[04:31.17]Give your chips and send 'em to a city job