El-P - Mike Douglas lyrics

Is there anybody out there? You are now listening to the sounds of the weareallgoingtoburninhellmegamixx2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2 [Hook x2] When they said New York is dead Man, they got in your head We don't even sleep right There's too much to be said [Verse] Listen, I'd rather have it and not need it Than need it and not have it Better yet, dodging a screeching getaway Vehic cannot catch it Humbly submitted my sentence Sentenced remit those busted BK talk captured Like, "pardon me for the graphics" While I'm plastered to the pavement And wrapped in the wrong fabric A kind of lecherous mind and I'm chimed to the automatic Maybe I'm wrong But I think there's more to this song than a couple suicide planes From Allahu Akbar Whatever you wasted the tone Yeah, keep the crack raps up That sh** is double plus "whatever the f**" Everybody's afraid to say that it just s**s To watch talented mother f**ers pretending they sell d** And the white journalists love it, they think it defines black Like murder and pain is kitschy and rap is good for a laugh sh**, I don't want to have to be the cat who has to explain And come cra** with another lecture I'd rather f**ing relax (Let's be honest) Nobody really likes the dude who enters the room And shows you your own a** But f** it, those are the facts It's like the edu-mucated writers amused by another cla** But could never suffer the results of the poison they helped hatch All of us just collapse or detach to find another microfad fast How can your style under that circumstance last? [Hook x2]