Accidents Don't Happen

[Sample] [O'Brien: How does one man assert power over another? Winston: By making him suffer O'Brien: Exactly] [Intro: El-P] BK! Live wire, live wire, live wire, live wire Live wire, live wire, live wire, live wire [Verse 1: El-P] Yo, I touch with rusted clutch spun out of the dust And careen into the temples of automated destruct Nanotech bugs in the blood get unplugged Fishing for the fly shit hybrid I run among the mudskipper swarms through warnings in Good Morning Beirut Little BillyBlunderbuss looking for more recruits City life is practice, casket truancy That's the rule of you and me, brash unmasked lunacy Friends used to laugh fast, grasped little truth from me Now they check their bags with a staff claspin' Uzis Who deserves a wrath without warning? The same sky for the martyr with a spork Scorch, New York forfeit Run among the poppy fields order some more clips Store trips are weird but the fear is forceless Bloomey bought the city of Lego and shitty metal hull Jitters to the floor boards, burned, almost aborted Flight of the accidental tourist: morbid The advertising Gods so oddly court shit Godly corporate squads plot these tortures Holiness is hard and it's costing God fortunes (Guess he took a second job on the force to afford it) I don't want a part of these self-fulfilled prophecies Man it's too much for my stubbornness, I hate the people runnin' shit Now if you sleep at ground o below, wishing you peaceful sleep Where horror on the surface emerges less frequently Metal bars of ancient Rome dissolved from the scenery (now what the fuck) I'll take a hostage and walk through the mosh pit Pristine untouched, NB703's unscuffed Trust is a commodity crushed by Pol Pottery Your cookie cutter laws contain flaws in philosophy Toppling down a flight of Escher/Bach steps: delight Cause the man who raped my sister won't sleep right tonight Suppose the pretty horses in fours could love more But I'm exhausted by the scope of this dark God on opiates Breakfast for dystopia and ruthless hope movements Seasonal infest of the butchery's lookin' good And now writer's block is a prison camp where free press regress Now we can hypnotize the herd I'm alive with fly visions That attack like Alfred Hitchcock raising rabid carrier pigeons True the only form of com not tapped is trapped strong In the cranium of future rebel infants whistling song I know you're listening, get down with this bitch, whistle along [Sample] [O'Brien: ...Power is inflicting pain and humiliation. Otherwise, you can't be certain. Power is tearing human minds apart and putting them together again in new shapes of your own choosing] [Verse 2: Cage] It's like the Bilderberg's came to dinner with filthy birds They pussy all infected I'm lookin' for milky words They pulled my third eye out, then they let it dry out Had to pawn my belief in Christ to find out (I don't believe in) What I look like with no skin The movement faded while the back of my paper is stilluminated Even your no flipped Egyptian Euro Got my website shut down by the Bureau Can't kick it with the dead until my life stop But Bush got a Ouija to talk to Adam Weishaupt I breath martyrs, turn fans to artists Put a couple G's together before harvest light I'll take all this, the hell I'm doin'? Dippin' this whole fuckin' pound in enbalmin' fluids You think I rhyme to do it? If it's on point, then try is If you can't help but sleep peel off your eyelids [Sample] If you want a vision of the future...imagine a boot stamping on a human face [Verse 3: Camu Tao] It's the year 2010, you can say what you want But I bet if you light this blunt, dummy, the feds'll come runnin' Lock you up, lock you out, you ain't tryin' to listen Cameras in your food, dude, look they're trying to listen Lock you up, lock you out, we got bugs in the house We're being monitored, they know we got thugs in the house Don't light your blunt, bitch, they'll hit you with a switch Hit you with a beam, hit you in the brain, make you go totally insane Wildin' out, guns in the spot, flippin' on you niggas They take you out, then the Feds push guns on the roof They take 'em out, snuffed you out cause you know too much After that you know your ho's get touched Look, then the meeting starts, they download your chick to a memory card Give her chips and send her to a city job [Sample] Power is not a means, it is an end. In our world, there will only be triumph and self-effacement. Everything else we shall destroy