El-P - Collude/Intrude lyrics

[Announcer] Mr. Len, a.k.a. Space Ghost, please commence intro Company Flow, perform, J-Treds, prepare El-P, prepare, you have approximately five minutes f** the bullsh**, Time/Warner will fall Record labels will fall, the Earth will crumble Begin [El Producto] Enter the all city access and encounter the likes of these Regionally no one relaxes, actual No wonder I'mma type to crush contenders with pure chewing satisfaction Pervade your ultraharmonic with the back of your whole mediocre faction Sonic boom head zoom contact off antaxion Elbowed with a vacuum pure d**h MC's with closed captions Wind up in the willows, catch the whirling dervish Or the dead and dumb millennium is at your service Flow the plaque, instigate lyrics then backfile another MC Who thought cause he was dipped in powder blue that he could rock past-el Got your hip-hop essence out of the Cross Colours catalog With an*log technology Ask L. Ron Hubbard to break down my Scientology f**ing up to the chest I bust insidious, Bad Touching Boogie to break to bumrushing Fresh start taming biofeed this track achieves Pain penicillin, crack, and AZT couldn't relieve Being Sizzlean I will trim the fat like Susan Powters Disrespectin burners like CAP, licking off shots from clock towers Play ring around the dead nation The Deadhead situation, situated to cease all creation MC's are helpless like Godzuki, f*ggot like RuPaul Troop to the new sensation f** that whole wannabe gangster fascination The illusion is broke, or co*k albums misspoke And got the El P rookie cards stuck in they bicycle spoke For those VH-1 crystallized pseudo rip flows Let the liquid tonic soak into the seam of your coat Meet the professional dead or alive politrick technician Straight neck capital P for the deep throat dickin' I was that first monkey to touch the Monolith, delinquent Up in that crack like white squall for the weekend And I sunk your Battleship Parked in a hot zone, live to the ebola Manifest brain tumors through the phone as you roam in your Motorolas [J-Treds] All hail, J and El the fans rise, we got the grand prize Foes fantasize runner up, the closest they can see it because Sk**s so lenient I've been boasting with half a flow They can't handle the whole weight son, diagnosis, bulimic believe it My best line, too advanced for Pop Warner You got cornered scouting report, can't scramble in the clutch But when I get down, it's third and inches threatening to score How you gonna tackle the topic when you s** at two-hand touch We're too damn much for your defense break you down, zone weakens Words bring embarra**ment, Captains look like third string in comparison To this too well known to kick fat flow And beat s**ers straight up and down, Tic-Tac-Toe Game over when I blow your mind, but then I aimed over explosive cuts Verbal flamethrower, serving roasted nuts As after battle snacks you wish you wore a cup in your panties So all you pussies in this rap game, time to up the ante What's your fancy? Big time sk**s or small penny Dead to latter my varsity letter, fatter than your JV Only play with the big boys, toys bringing that weak sh** Before the battle I hit em off with fat, ladies latest release on ca**ette They were done from the start Ran for the finish got detoured from the fast route by another One spot holder hold ground for our town, N.Y For those who don't acknowledge they get left a** out plumbers [Announcer] Congratulations Len, you have made it halfway They are falling, their armies are retreating The job is not over, you must continue, please move forward El P, bring out tactic evasion, start, summation equals now Do not fail us, we're counting on you [El Producto] For thoughts I see hot like three meals with a cot included Where the Sidewalk Ends and all your linear math gets diluted Infant when he Star Spangled, packed a brand Circular medicine and deject wreck-the-tangle f** Time/Warner and it's affiliates, for runnin that wannabe Big Willie sh** Leave those fancy clothes up to the Pope List all personal possessions in your liner note While I connect wreck genuinely cuttin through these red ropes Son grip the love spigot, yeah that's the ticket This platoon pop 99 Luftballons While the one hit blunder rushes exhaust like city buses I bond, like resin cause for the sake of sk**, lost and found Found by DNA patterns to wish you could climb Just a little girl around the way of my set, that's the time Enter the evil opus, focus on rap scrambling Record labels to expect not reaction is bad gambling I know a few true that make we, collusion El P and J-Treds pentrate cranial intrusion [J-Treds] We do this one time so catch it, two of the illest and unsigned Lethal separate but combined, friction created a frontline a rhyming Got you stepping, trying to evade us busting caps in your thoughts But now crossfire catching's added to your job sk**s Top of your resume Submitted applying, for lyric positions that we occupied yesterday But got the pink slip, labels on some not think sh** Requiring, brain absence lobotomy reigns/rains, rapids That trap gets full, by J and El evasion tactics Our equations infinite, punks distorting random access Having half words recycling tracks like plastic, please forfeit Flipping the same script, I hope it has reinforcements, or else It's torn to pieces while our thesis is untouched Saved on my PC under the filename of Funcrush Megabytes bumrush, by one punch, upon my keyboard My data's the top secret that mad s**ers will fiend for Come from the last to be cut from Dream Team Three We be the ones who shine, prepare for bu*t, kickin Rarely benchwarming throwing down, all too often While others barely touch rim and that's when they're bu*t licking [Announcer] Done, job well done They know who we are, they know we know who they are They will fall, they are going to have to repeat Understand, they will no longer monopolize Time/Warner will fall, I'm proud of you, come home