[Hook: El-P]

Shutup... Yo, yo, yo, yo

My life's not right, check one

My life's not right, check two

My life's not right, check three

Are you ready???!!

[Interlude: El-P & Vast Aire]

You know this was supposed to be for my album right?

Oh.. Whatever

It's okay

[Verse 1: El-P]

When I send a sickness (ease down) dark soldiers

Fallin in with flying debris

And bad programs of landmines

That remind me of the sexiest of slow jams

I pull a Glock or fever murder the group by numbers

I was nursed by the biggest of buildings

And had the sonic volcanic cap

That the butcher have attached to his dead mother

Now this material might walk with a twitch and live for the twisted shit

Images of Boy Scouts getting pistol whipped

Electronic talents fold

The realest television is the one that talks out loud to you

When the plug is corroded out

And they say productivity is up this month but I've lost my passion

Sick of waiting in line for my weekly chocolate ration

It's bad health and industrial sadness

Never helped by tofu franks or holistic magnets

This addiction is more random

I walk door to door Mormon style spitting my sick tantrums

Because I wasn't born handsome

Now that my life's complete with a capacity to push greatness buttons

With beats that have to be registered

As sex offenders when presented to the public

I'll exfoliate your face with the acid inside my stomach

Binge and purge, we live in thirty second blurbs

And if consumers stopped existing we'd forget how to use words

Just fuckin' eat each other til the next ice age occurs

Or at the Source Awards scratchin' our heads like what happened

If the kids would've disclosed their true alarm if you just ask them

Out to plant life that sits and looks pretty

To attract curious insects and angels within a city

That's below any self-respecting actress in a German scheisse film

Who gobbled donkey dick and human feces

My fingers tap buttons with sanctified awareness

From heart scan to pulse readings

This a voice from a dead dimension without astral projection

The sluggish rugged disgust punk that hovers

Acme lab rat escape barely breathing through the heating vents

I'll try to come back for my family before the poison feeding commence

But if I should exhaust God's patience on some better take my place

Tell 'em it's the love that got me this far

And it's in my dreams I'll see their faces in

[Verse 2: Vordul Mega]

Murderous mic handles, clap sandals

Hand sand off tools and I can't stand on two

Hand off booze wheelie with my ankle bruised

On the block silly with a mint ellesse

Watch young ladies hopscotch with the pink jellies

That's me trying to wop vetti

With the longness and pot-bellied

Til it's nauseous a raw dog orphan straight out of the orphanage often

Lost in a realm tryin to find cells

Strapped like a marksman with raps that'll off kids mad high

Got my mind wrapped in a coffin resurrect thoughts in amorphous

Morph into Aquaman probly in the waters talkin to dolphins

To get that bilingual spittin ?charm? tryin to get it on

And spit a thorn that'll split a form in half studyin math

Light 'dro equals love mixed with ash

Spit bats that stick to DAT's

Sip snapples and twist off caps when you fuckin with the sickest cats

[Hook: Vast Aire]

Yo

My life's not right, check one

My life's not right, check two

My life's not right, check three

Are you ready???

[Verse 3: Vast Aire]

See I exist, iron fist, metal speech, scientist

Came out the womb of a phoenix, expect nothin' less

Then a mature flame, velocity's my plane

My thought is my train, the galaxy's the body

Sun is the heart and the black hole's the brain

Heard my verse, ain't nothin' the same

I leave your mouth open when you're standin'

The word's the missile, esophagus is the cannon

Cipher unknown, the upper hand on overstandin', watch the landin'

Believe it or not I'm walkin' on air

Last of America's heroes here to close the circle

I still remember the age of Coleco

A daily struggle but I hold onto the vision

Hip-Hop at its best when it lacked television

And everybody wasn't an emcee

You know where the flows be and if you check the rhyme slowly

You'll find out cats is unseen like Jarobi

And most likely openin' doors with the psyche

Give it to Mikey, he'll eat anything

Starving but happy, I'll crush anything

Battle scars from the songs we sing, this shit's Ridiculoid