Name: EMG
Duration: 4 min 31 s
Description: Слушайте песню EMG - El-P онлайн с альбома I'll Sleep When You're Dead в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 4:31. Год выхода - 2007

I'll Sleep When You're Dead

El-P

Omar Rodríguez-López

Cedric Bixler Zavala

Tasmanian Pain Coaster

Smithereens (Stop Cryin')

Up All Night

Drive

Dear Sirs

Aesop Rock

Run The Numbers

Cage

Habeas Corpses (Draconian Love)

The Overly Dramatic Truth

Trent Reznor

Flyentology

No Kings

The League Of Extraordinary Nobodies

Cat Power

Poisenville Kids No Wins / Reprise (This Must Be Our Time)

Hip-Hop

I wanna watch you come apart at the seams

Heart of an altar boy molested in confession

Who plotted for 20 years then slit the throat of a reverend

And half of this thought is young vandal the system

Contraption of credo drift, sick shit and spit at your heaven

I'm grabbin' my dick again, foot on the wall, pose down

I'm drinkin' that piss again, back at the train hometown

Starscream the system, ninja star the cassette deck

Focus like a worker ant live, get with hive mind fly shit

Eyelids pinned back flat, we had a focus group

Of lab rats clappin', at last you got dap

Automaton bells rock well from death valley

Shit, we all mingle in ditch, mass grave for the kids

A weathermen funk breath, the last rebels left?

Slide off or get the digipack slashed in your neck

Yeah, dog him again, the bad touch destruct militant

The surface that gave birth to the style is NY

Now you want me to move and do how you say

Or look into my brain through this glass toupee

Fuck this, how 'bout I just smack you bitch?

Save that 4th Reich boogie for them plastic twits

Or the old women of fate stichin' the casket nits

I'll be drunk on the back of the train takin' a piss

With a double d Duracel destiny megamix like

This kid asked me who the fuck I thought I was, I was like

Excuse me, little child, why the devious smile?

Well, I've become what I've forsaken and the irony's wild

Are you in charge of this outfit? Nah, not me, cousin

I wrestle distinction from the chompers of a buzzard

Is my mommy in Heaven? Well, she's definitely not here

Now run away and go play with this hatchet and flaming spear

I'm tryna mix up this Molotov, then peel the fuck off

I've got a windmill to tackle, son, polish my gun off

My hot pink millimeter space heater, duck down

Pulled out from the crevice of a triple fat, duck down

Horse hooves and meat I'm glued to the beat grindin'

Stolen hovercraft draggin' a bass stab behind it

Every little phrase is designed for y'all to rewind it

Every brittle phase has an expiration assignment

With five dimes of sticky, the bush and no 9

Who was trained by Ed Koch to hop a turnstyle

Now see little juvenile me in Reeboks run

Through the projected transformation of the catacombs, son

If you're alone, don't sweat 'cause you're alone with the best

The underrated phrase mason who's leakin' pain to cassette

If you hate lies, don't fret 'cause I can't lie about this

At least I'm honest when I tell you that my mind's full of shit

And sick of skippin' on electrified hop scotch grid

The most floatinist spoke dope spit, get lit

You're with an ambulance chaser, I strive design sick

Слушайте песню EMG - El-P онлайн с альбома I'll Sleep When You're Dead в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 4:31. Год выхода - 2007

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