[Intro: El-P]
Yo, this is dedicated to my ever-loving crew
Bigg Jus, Mr. Len, Elijah, [?]
[Verse 1: El-P]
I interject that my vocals equal math with every word
Nineteen years of evil thoughts will manifest
But now you thought what y'all been thinkin' for years to get paid
Not a business man I'll turn your dreams into fears
Back to vocal talent born and bread, step on
Industry don shit made of Teflon
And feed you woolies made of liquor [?]
Straight to the temple of the damned to make you tell me "can I fuckin' kick it"
Brought up in funk mode, raised
Up, up and away to spread my juvenile ways
Never bе another handspring up and down the block
Cause I flip shit likе Mxyzptlk smokin' rocks
Tears in a bucket, fuckin' vexed I am
Situated at the bottom, where underground will got 'em a shot
For the sheriff and the deputy's ass, quick cash
Doesn't mean shit if your products won't last
Calculated lyrics on the center stage
Kids rock chrome in a zone because they live in rage
Undisputed, mentally a loner
As far as I'm concerned, I got you peepin' round corners
[Hook: El-P]
Witness as the pendulum swing
I got you peepin' round corners
Witness as the pendulum swing
Back and forth, got you peepin' round corners
Witness as the pendulum swing
I got you peepin' round corners
Witness as the pendulum swing
Back and forth, got you (peepin' round corners)
[Verse 2: El-P]
Hot drops the snot like the average rhymin' riddler
Drop the threat and save darkness distraught and fuck it
Shot, design a earth and sent back to birth
Step to the stage so we can see what the fuck you worth
While I'm dealin', banana clip peelin'
Believe when I rock, even Spock could catch feelings
Or the antonym for wack hesitation
On your part only makes you more susceptible to head cracks
I'm only kickin' some ol' battle type rhyme shit
Effortlessly spittin' that buck
It's the complicated way of life for me to concept
I wrote a song I shoulda [?]
Like woolies and weed, I catch wreck
Verbal hollow points, I pierce your mental armor
Peace to Nappy Nu from the crew that resides on Farmers, Boule-
Never pull a fast, I blast [?]
Rappers out the math that's half fast and irate
[Hook: El-P]
Witness as the pendulum swing
I got you peepin' round corners
Witness as the pendulum swing
Back and forth, got you peepin' round corners
Witness as the pendulum swing
I got you peepin' round corners
Witness as the pendulum swing
(Back and forth, got you peepin' round corners)
[Verse 3: El-P]
Mornin' after mornin' I can see the sunrise
Jump up and knock the pupil out your hateful eyes
I sever the link between rational thought and action
Fuck Glocks, my verbs will leave you crippled and disturbed hopped
You know I gots to rectify the bullshit
In the back of the train is where my brain is always spittin' that buck
And someone said that I sucked, well fuck that
The battle ground is open, I'll all the bones out your back
In spite your lyrics and video, I know you feel fear
When I was young I used to beg my pops to give me beer
But now I'm addled and acting like a juvenile
Kid, leading rappers to their death single file, so
Boom bap to back lips I'mma fatten
Known some kids in Queens but I'm residin' in Manhattan
Sick of motherfuckers think they similak
Repressed the institution that you shit on kid
Your styles lack verb, your groups among a crew and you mourners
Cause we write shit that got you peepin' round corners
Peepin' round corners
[Hook: El-P]
Witness as the pendulum swing
I got you peepin' round corners
Witness as the pendulum swing
Mr. Len, got you peepin' round corners
Witness as the pendulum swing
El-P, I got you peepin' round corners
Witness as the pendulum swing
Company Flow got you peepin' round corners
[Outro: El-P + Scratching]
Yeah, you know'm sayin
I know you paranoid kid
You gotta tell me though, how does it feel like
Knowin' that around every corner there's a MC
With more skills, with more heart, with more talent
That's my crew
Hot damn, shut the fuck up
Hot damn, shut the fuck up
I'm outta here
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