El-P - Offspring lyrics

[Del] Aiyyo whattup El-P? [El] Yo whattup Del-phonic? [Del] Nuthin man; I was on the bus the other day man Tryin to listen to my Walkman This motherf**er all in my face Tryin to holla at me and sh** I'm like, "Man - dude you just a offspring" [Del] I'm very interplanetary and vary with various experiments Gregarious with verbals for your merriment What El-P tell me to use, the beat di-ffuse You lose and get played like a MOOG I'm rude revolting leave you molting No thing - compares to my compadres We'll take it to Broadway It's beautiful the execution flawless You all wet, soggy groggy when you saw me But I never tire whenever I adjust my thrust Females blush I bring the California gold rush Your flow s**s, your stamina can't endure I manicure your lavender amateur landed words You haven't heard? Cannabis an*lyst Add a twist to my man*scripts I'l have you sent to the showers Me and El-P, is superpowers like the US and USSR Blow you like the d**hstar Leave your chest scarred like Sagat My plot proliferates, hits you like barbituates In a twist of fate and splits your face It's the great DelTron-Z, soundbombing Run to mommy, I'm airin out your dirty laundry I'm shooting then executing you're aiming from mainstream Your brain tingles, strangles your lame jingles Bingo I bring flows that attack like wild dingoes Can't be pigeonholed, anything goes gringo [El-Producto] Here we go - up jumps the outcast, sever the connection My mostly overconfident acquaintances pull numbers To the anti-potients and fear that I drip sick in And rise out of my shell to teach sick or bedridden emcees Til they fear living Blockin the co*ks that bust shots, spittin smitten b**hes Til the day of the locust, kitchen cutlery cuts DMX 16 crossfade with a strange lust Dr. Strangelove, born in the back of the train, fameless shame Shared with acne pick brain pit Tried to capture the moment of subtle d**h Destro magnet spit - action fit into capsules Slipped in the dirty waterway speaker cabinets Maximum b-boy axiom stabbin sh** Intellectual women find that my rhyme style relaxes them And wonder if I f** to the same wildstyle pattern It's autobahn pipe bomb gla** fragment shatter To break new jacks at after parties for actin actual Factor X into your formula for fresh thoughts With a Megalon wingspan that bulge from the back of the text radical Radio time tracks flatten your flattery The tradition excuse used by biters; ambiguously h*mo Knotted tights and colored underwear That's wrapped around the brittle legs of Things without weapons - I'm grief diseased brethren Swim in a sea of sh** and malt liquor, feed on Excedrin Radiate through tenements; emcees bleed estrogen! Chorus: Del and El-P Watch insanity increase Break it up piece by piece Never weak in the least Think you better see a priest (Mortality, don't battle me, it's costly We the raw breed all of y'all is just the offspring) [El] Yo Del gimme that sh** again [Del] Tomahawking your tom-tom club You tried to holler at me at my show, lookin like you on d** You love the Del I'll thug you, bumpin Juvenile Thinkin you in style, packin like you movin now I move top speed, scott free with co*k-D Knock-kneed delivery that scorches you like Lockheed Dr. Decibel, my deliverance is questionable But as far as this session goes I'm wreckin skulls Better check your pulse, we visionaries with this Scarin the sh** outta record labels next to fatal Right beside h*mocide bonafied bewilderment Militant diligence like I'm buildin pyramids Peel your cap reveal your lack of flavor Track your pager plus your celly Piss on your Pele Pele, catch you comin out of belly Dumbin out daily, tell me, what was your rationale Think of matchin Del I disconect your PacTell My mobile code words, showboat with no hope For any rhyme you kick or any beat you load up Leave you catatonic off a bag of chronic, skanless with anthems Stomp your little cadence out at random [El-Producto] Ran-random, ran-random El and Del-aphonic known to go off on a tantrum Now you know.. For the backpackers, for the computer hackers For the misplaced famous, for all the video gamers For the derranged krylon stain makers For the ungry hungry a** verbal brain rapists That New York to the Bay sh**! "Go off, go off!"