Hide Ya Face - Intellectual

[Intro: Ghostface Killah (El-P)]

Yeah, nothin' but fly beats runnin' float around here and shit, about to pop off all (from outta the robes, to the new world)

It's about to pop off, (Ghostface and Lazer Face and you never seen this shit before)

Hide ya face, yo

I told y'all niggas it's about to pop Hide ya face

Here we go, come on man, New York, we got y'all niggas up top

(Fuck this, hide ya face) Hold me down, Brooklyn

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]

Yo, this is Ghostface, Theodore, I'm magically suspicious

Police try to get money and sell my pictures

To the Star Ledger (Tell 'em), inquirin' minds wanna know

How Pretty Tone get robes as soft as snow

"Where the bird go"? That shit flew south for the winter

"Why my piece hold the face, the size of plates at dinner"

"Was 'Masquerade' a true story?" (Yep) "What happened to the Clan?"

Did I really dodge death? Am I the true Ironman?

[Verse 2: El-P]

Yo, this is Lazer Face, El Producto, Funcrusher, dance to this

I leg sweepin', runnin' man stance, with my contaminate

Spit that, hardly arty, semi-retardedly brawny

Ungodly stoppin' me, put holes in your body heat (Bangin')

Abort your eminence front with a coat hanger

That lick off, of the set of altercation without anger

Oh, is that the shit you runnin' with? Equip this with a pair of scissors

Cook coke with a Brooklyn word poet, with Tony the Iron Wizard

[Chorus: El-P]

You be lyin' to the fans on your tapes (Hide ya face)

Just because radio will play you, doesn't mean that you great

Baby heads talkin' shit in my space (Hide ya face)

Motherfucker, we hold the legends every breath that we take

You ridin' dirty when your man, had the plates (Hide ya face)

Wear your seatbelt and make sure to keep it light on the brakes

You been drafted by the United States (Hide ya face)

You wind up gunnin' out a chopper, another man and his hate

Oh, break... (Hide ya face)

[Interlude: Ghostface Killah, (El-P)]

Oh shit, when the beat gon' drop? (Two bars, man)

Fuck it, I'm gonna get big money, here we go, nigga

[Verse 3: El-P]

Embarrassed her, bastard bet, the calamity, rap knowledge

Or fever, among liquids stickin' ya character

Paintin' obituaries, with a Krylon scepter

Last of the unforgiven, spittin' insanity lectures (From where?)

From the era of a Dapper Dan texture

I'm fully pullin' on loosy nukie, from the BK sector

Oh was that the shit you runnin' with?

Yeah, bitch with a broken cattle prod

And the ox I stole from the mailroom supervisor at my last job

[Verse 4: Ghostface Killah]

Ayo, it's Tony Starks, the Wallabee Clarks, the fly minks

The first nigga to pop them yellow bottles for drinks

Big links only built for D. Coles, I peep hoes

You god damn right I fuck fans and get G robes

And spinach, bread like the Pillsbury dough

I got a red nose pit, with the Hi-Pro glow

My hydro flow? I got it locked, but y'all don't know

Watch when the enterprise go public and Starks just blow