El-P - Banana Clipper lyrics

[Verse 1: k**er Mike] I move with the elegance of an African elephant I presented the evidence eloquent as the President Evident is the emphasis I deserve me a championship But before I banana clip I'ma chill so my man can rip [Verse 2: El-P] Little man against Hellion with the heart of an orphan I got the words of a murderer and an eye for distortion You take a slice of my portion I'll take a piece of your profit I drive at illegal speeds keep an O.Z in my pocket [Verse 3: k**er Mike] We run the j**els in your town, a quarter pound on my person I'm known for pounding the stage, I'm talking burning and cursing Producer gave me a beat said it's the beat of the year I said "El-P didn't do it so get the f** outta here!" [Verse 4: El-P] You wanna hang, bring your throat I got stools and a rope I'ma slang pope, haranguing the land with a man's flow A new edition to the art of the old code That's fully retarded and put a part in your bold dome [Verse 5: k**er Mike] Ay El We the villains, we antagonist bad guys Mercy me, merciless me putting pain in they sad eyes It's time for Skywalker talk cause meet the true Darth Vader I hit your mom in '03 but a G ain't ate her So baby boy you should tighten up and show some respect Before I Melvin on you Jody put my arm on your neck Or worse yet be the reason your girl want a divorce Be at your crib with your kids saying "f** your fort Lil' n***a!" [Verse 6: El-P] The style is radiation leak at Mile Island Also known as Chernobyl talk, listen for the sirens For the green I'm a hoarder you're the poor distorter Sorta morbid sonnin' these f**in' who*edome explorers, I'm bored Enough of your bummy sh**, it's numb to the core sure You s** a good dick for the fame and couldn't resist getting played I f** like I'm headed to war, I'm really not playing no games But tag me goddamn it I'll k** the carrier mentions my name [Verse 7: k**er Mike] Hey, I'm a soldier of fortune, a mercenary on beat I'm merciless, I'll torture emcees tie up both of they feet If they refuse to run the j**els we beat the bottoms of feet I'm talking grip pliers guys, to the top of your teeth Hey me and Jaime k**ed the competition top of the heap Is where we stayin when they corpses resting under our feet I sent they mom a little cash and a sympathy letter Told her she raised a bunch a f** boys Next time do better b**h [Verse 8: Big Boi] We the old Atlanta, new Atlanta, future of the city Daddy Fat Saxx don't give a damn cause can't nann new n***as get with me Now it's true, n***as are simply simple minded simple Simons Being dumbed down by the local radio stations by designing But what I be rhyming, no payola is required My bank account obese as f** while yours sits on a diet n***a your lease is up, you're fired Quiet, that's how the boss talk Retain ownership on everything, every car bought And paid for, no neighbors cause I'm sitting on acres Went to Vegas, jumped the broom cause I wasn't trippin' on papers Or no prenuptual agreement for mama If we broke up and she took half I'd still be sitting on commas Eight figures n***a