El-P - Alpha lyrics

[Twinn Zeus 2012] I'm tired of k**ing for people that would never die for me Bleeding away slowly in this stall tell her goodbye for me My story, is irrelevant and out shone by the next man's gory, allegory So I'll wait for the locust and the plague While I'm heckling the devil, initiating trade Starting with the monkey's on my back and the dark circles under my shades Or the worth of my soul and the puddle that I have made These hands that have held hearts rip them apart and thrown them away I wish I could blame it on a fit of rage But my actions feel normal and the excitement always fades Down drains with the sins I thought I rid myself of in my glory days They have to pool up somewhere Who knew it would be in my heart but I don't think that's fair I must eviscerate this circuitry instead I repair A thousand broken mirrors reflect cold stares Your heart is so important I bet you'd k** for it In order to fill your belly you need to fill more clips We've produced more shells than there are in the sea But you can't shoot bullets at the shell of a man you'll grow to see He's pushing a baby carriage roaming free Dogs bare fangs; fake smiles show teeth Listening to the echoes of your voice travel down the barrel of a gun Keep balm for lips Ready to detonate and spit Lyrics so swift that they take any hit and still run I am a controller Cordless next to my mahogany degree holder Hand folder, toy soldier A holographic representation of the border A battery free solar charger Collegiate wasted language destructive trench mortar Cherish anguish with the mentality of a hoarder The devil pays me royalties for every crashed charter I'd spit harder if I had a straight smiled Ali Larter That I could use to barter For a better set of circumstances, make an expert out of a starter Novice anti thesis of sean carter N man's man a martyr's martyr Wind extinguishes candles and fans flames Looking for a beggar to blame For the conscious efforts made to remain under the line and play the governments game Worried about getting paid, when you can't take it to the grave But you'll trust it to the bank, over the hand of a stranger Those greedy palms must be safer And protect you from the danger That these haters form But I must be stating the obvious because it seems like the norm Wouldn't walk a mile in your shoes because they're worn From running this corrupt system from which I was born It's everywhere this stench won't leave Clouds my visions claws at my throat I can't breathe Born to die but we die to be born to reach nirvana, right Eternal happiness can only be found in the afterlife Until d**h binds me forever to this sense of right And the last pocket of air escapes my lungs and takes flight Shooting towards the exosphere in the middle of the night Reaches a proper height and warns the angels of my plight He's coming… quick everyone hide So we can catch him off guard and attack while he's surprised Aim for his groin, his heart, his eyes But don't quit attacking he is proficient with knives And has the ability to create any weapon with his lines Tap out Morse code young Gregory Hines While you're catching more z's than bee's rhymes I'm connecting golden hexagons like a bee hive Press rewind Attach claymores to the weak points that I find Accumulating artillery until the spirit of Atilla the Hun Carrying two golden guns fills me Octo-mic crusher call me k**er bee Stump the Riddler literally Hack saw jaw with two griddles for grilled cheese sizzling On my grind like two women scissoring Burn open wounds with industrial grade Listerine Channel chakra in my hands until my fingers start blistering Perforated your body with holes So when the wind blows I can here you whistling