El-P - Krazy Kings 3 lyrics

Trapped me in the trapdoor of a new york subway train I prayed to see the light of the early morning rain (get up, get up) You are now listening to the sounds of the weareallgoingtoburninhellmegamixx2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2 When it all comes down to it, I'm going to get my f**ing name up [Hook] It's the cla**ic underground sounds of the, of the Krazy Kings, NYC The cla**ic underground sounds of the, of the Krazy Kings, get up, get up It's the cla**ic underground sounds of the, of the Krazy Kings, NYC Cla**ic underground sounds of the, of the Krazy Kings, get up, get up (yo, yo yo) [Verse] This is for the names across filthy sky Some of us remain upon the graves of the fly I became a shepherd of self styled design Everybody telling me that dog was divine I guess I was seduced by the filth on the floor I guess it just reminded me of sh** that I saw Something from the gut that struts and talks raw Remainder of the dream I inherited from my Pa I promised him in silence I would take it to the wall Super duty tough sh** or no sh** at all This is for the names across filthy sky And everyone who told them that they shouldn't even try Cause most believe that freedom exists in high flying And have to live in calm behind the barbed wire I could never speak a phrase you don't know Maybe just design it with a Rust-Oleum glow Pop it off the page and then trigger the right notes We never want to fade, we pain; obtain hope Fame is just a side effect of being well spoke I remain the same mother f**er from when broke This is for the names across filthy sky And nothing said true could ever be out of line I learned it from my mother who suffered a man's crime I learned it from my sister who was raped in her prime Now I'm a grown man and I won't stand for lies And anyone who encounters me sees it in my eyes This is dirty hard-fought bliss, not contrived I'm ready every day to stay and not die [?] ring Contaminated kid from the world county of kings Used to think that I live in a broken promise Now I'm just happy to limp around in the dog sh** This is mine, this is yours, team the rock pit The thoughts are beautiful, I want to put my co*k in it I'm taking this, I'm not waiting until they offer it My patience is limited [?] melanin deficient Arm under the law but if the weapon be that's raw The soveriegns' being puked but I refuse to do sh** wrong Rose in a rarity and clarity of calm Son of a man named Harry who grew up with his mom Started the longest walk through the halls Where the legends drown the bricks out by the simple art they scrawls So this is for the names across filthy sky Who put it up in colors that will make a man cry You'll never know the truth of what you meant to our lives And you became the proof that the truth can survive I guess I was seduced by the filth on the floor I guess it just reminded me of sh** that I saw Something from the gut that struts and talks raw Super duty tough sh** or no sh** at all Super duty tough sh** or no sh** at all Super duty tough sh** or no sh** at all [Hook] (get up, get up) x8