El-P - Dear Sirs lyrics

Dear Sirs: If the pavement comes alive on Flatbush Ave. with toothy smile Comprised of traffic cones and manholes become eyes And birds burst into flames while singing Satan's praises And fold into the sky and rain down ashy danger If every office empties and all slaves walk in dazes To a pool of liquid money where they bathe blissfully naked And d** no longer taunt me and flooze around my conscience And every woman-beating rapist is securely in their coffins And every open hydrant in a Brooklyn time summer moment Is opened up by cops and folds out into an ocean And rent is paid by bread literally and parking isn't paid for And food stamps can be planted and childhoods can't be damaged If fire can power spaceships that safely ship the creators Of dynamite and gunpowder to the graves of all who faced it And the slurping nerf of bureaucrat life and bean-counting slave owners Is twisted in on itself until they shave off their own faces And the coke and crack in the nation is collected in a top hat And force-fed to the children of every CIA agent And the dustheads get an angel and an acre's worth of rainbow And the projects turn to clouds and the stupid aren't so proud And the sniveling grimace mongrels of infected money Slobbing pesticrats ignite into a brilliant beam of light And mercy is the rule and the exception's mercy too And the desert comes to Brooklyn and the president goes to school Time flows in reverse, d**h becomes my birth Me fighting in your war is still, by a large margin The least likely thing that will ever f**ing happen Ever