N.Y. Electric
(专辑: Bazooka Tooth - 2003)
[Verse 1] I
cut the
ropes, breathe fresh puddles of pigeon blood and smoke Load bazooka, scope the
culprit hulks over a
broken hookah Got rebel camps with siphons amped to cookie cut the
wattage Electric ilk NY raised on b-movie sluts and gossip Condition the
bodega rodent moment composure To echo numb and uncommon, dumb monkey pollen My 23's lean over a
cobra motor milligram bender Novelty, I
tip lids prior to clipping the
comradery Check the
muck out, When metal maggots burrow in Promised Land vein division I
tug my brim down over my stigmatism Lo-pro, Paxil Rose, axel broke and butchered Last catapult standing in a
land of coke and hookers It's King Kong potluck, no parking for rickshaw loads of sock puppets and sitcoms Just Krylon pigs bred in a
hot boxed wigwam Serotonin deficient teens demonstrate ease in the
modern day uzi purchase The
foundation of their alacrity makes the
umis nervous Me? Oh I
check the
newest murals to see whose still bombing this fucker And um....respect, find out what it means to me New York, walk blocks with electric ninjas who bark bounce for trunked out whips Like my company Delorian's the
shit Skipper's out of happy pills again, he's in the
neighbors garbage He's making paper dolls decorated with targets He's labeling the
dolls with the
names of shitty rap artists Then tearing out the
still beating heart from from the
loose-leaf carcass I
ordered a
hovercraft off the
back page of an Archie comic Built it in three days to float above snarky comments My gills call the
East River rock bottom home with three-eyed guppies and seahorse mutations See New York is ancient Rome basic, basically stone faces My friend jumped off the
Empire State Building while I
hung with 10th grade head cases Some of them will blossom famous, some of them will blossom base heads But they all rep rivets in the
die-cast metal Voltron cadence, what!? [Chorus] N.Y. Electric, catalog, burners, pigs, magnums, crack, bag lady, roach bit, pristine kicks Threading the
iris of the
needle. just for my people Im'a thread the
needlem just for my people Breaker 1-9, 9-11-01 witness, maybe you don't get this [Verse 2] Kill 'em all slow, I
was on a
serious tree bender with my hands up at a
C-Rayz-Walz show Nether-citcuit bacon don't police me anymore, your trained professionals demonstrate 41 shots over par Least common denominator raise truth like Charlie, Willy, and Gramps Raise roofs in a
glass Wonkavator, monster maker Operate wild by the
company of unturned stones and litter Talk his way out of a
sunburn and be home in time for dinner Paid dues since before the
days of bad acid and Quaaludes While the
boombox talks trash to the
richter Stalking awkward with a
zip lock on the
pill hole Bitter fucker, nothing is free, I'll spend my last dollar on me Put one up for my family, should've made time to thank 'em Put one up for my crew, for recognizing the
sanctum Put one up for the
socially broke, choked and smokey New York piss hiss bleed dolby, homey [Chorus]