EL-P is a lyrical genius and one of the best producers out there.
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Verse 5: El-P
Quote:
Straight shots of the sterno plus, wick stuck in the bottle empty Three blocks to the target we lit it and lob it hard at Sentry Four pigs of the oinking variety guard the market entry Five minutes of flames and then aim the whistle my father lent me Six o'clock we meet up and divvy the shells among the youngins Seven continents in the shit and smoke like it's fuckin London
Just before they ate up the funds our harmony love was bumping
Now government issue nines are pointed where your blood is pumping Tend to mop up these muttering zombies talker pieces El'll vent on you harder than Fukushima breezes
In the end when a dozen or so ajourn to reason
You'll find the verdict return corrupted in murderous seasons
With inverted 31's and other unlucky omens
Thats why I chug 7 and 7's til I'm fucking homeless
And every time you think my fifteen minutes of fame are up
I'll spit another sixteen to prove to the world I fucking own it
