El-P, Cage, Camu Tao - Accidents Don't Happen lyrics
[El-P, Cage, Camu Tao - Accidents Don't Happen lyrics]
How does one man assert power over another?
By making him suffer exactly
Yo, I touch with rusted clutch
Spun out of the dust
And careen into the temples
Of automated destruct
Nanotech bugs in the blood get unplugged
Fishing for the fly shit hybrid
I run among the mudskipper swarms through
Warnings in Good Morning Beirut
Little BillyBlunderbuss looking for
More recruit's
City life is practice, casket truancy
That's the rule of you and me
Brash unmasked lunacy
Friends used to laugh fast
Grasped little truth from me
Now they check their bags with
A staff claspin' Uzis
Who deserves a wrath without warning?
The same sky for the martyr with a spork
Scorch, New York forfeit
Run among the poppy fields
Order some more clips
Store trips are weird but
The fear is forceless
Bloomey bought the city of Lego
And shitty metal hull
Jitters to the floor boards, burned
Almost aborted
Flight of the accidental tourist: morbid
The advertising Gods so oddly court shit
Godly corporate squads plot these tortures
Holiness is hard and it's
Costing God fortunes
(guess he took a second job on
The force to afford it) I don't want a part
Of these self-fulfilled prophecies
Man it's too much for my stubbornness
I hate the people runnin' shit
Now if you sleep at ground o below
Wishing you peaceful sleep
Where horror on the surface
Emerges less frequently
Metal bars of ancient Rome
Dissolved from the scenery
(now what the fuck)
I'll take a hostage and walk
Through the mosh pit
Pristine untouched, NB703's unscuffed
Trust is a commodity crushed by Pol Pottery
Your cookie cutter laws contain
Flaws in philosophy
Toppling down a flight of Escher
Bach steps: delight
Cause the man who raped my
Sister won't sleep right tonight
Suppose the pretty horses in
Fours could love more
But, I'm exhausted by the scope of
This dark God on opiates
Breakfast for dystopia and
Ruthless hope movements
Seasonal infest of the butchery's lookin good
And now writer's block is a prison
Camp where free press regress
Now we can hypnotize the herd
I'm alive with fly visions that attack like
Alfred Hitchcock raising rabid
Carrier pigeons true the only form of com
Not tapped is trapped strong
In the cranium of future
Rebel infants whistling song
I know you're listening, get
Down with this bitch, whistle along
Power is inflicting pain
And humiliation otherwise
You can't be certain power is tearing
Human minds apart and putting
Them together again in new shapes
Of your own choosing
It's like the Bilderberg's came to
Dinner with filthy birds
They pussy all infected I'm
Lookin for milky words
They pulled my third eye out then
They let it dry out
Had to pawn my belief in Christ to find out
(I don't believe in)
What I look like with no skin
The movement faded while the back
Of my paper is stilluminated
Even your no flipped Egyptian Euro
Got my website shut down by the Bureau
Can't kick it with the dead
Until my life stop but Bush got a Ouija to
Talk to Adam Weishaupt
I breath martyrs, turn fans to artists
Put a couple G's together
Before harvest light
I'll take all this, the hell I'm doin?
Dippin' this whole fuckin' pound
In enbalmin' fluids
You think I rhyme to do it?
If it's on point try is
If you can't help but sleep
Peel off your eyelids
If you want a vision of the futureimagine
A boot stamping on a human face
It's the year 2010, you can say what you want
But, I bet if you light this blunt, dummy
The feds'll come runnin'
Lock you up, lock you out
You ain't tryin' to listen
Cameras in your food, dude
Look they're trying to listen
Lock you up, lock you out
We got bugs in the house
We're being monitored
They know we got thugs in the house
Don't light your blunt, bitch
They'll hit you with a switch
Hit you with a beam, hit you in the brain
Make you go totally insane
Wild out, guns in the spot
Flippin' on you niggas they take you out
Then the Feds push guns on the roof
They take 'em out
Snuffed you out cause you know too much
After that you know your ho's get touched
Look, then the meeting starts
Download your chick to a memory card
Give her chips and send her to a city job
Power is not a means, it's
An end in our world, there will only be
Triumph and self-effacement
Everything else we shall destroy
By making him suffer exactly
Yo, I touch with rusted clutch
Spun out of the dust
And careen into the temples
Of automated destruct
Nanotech bugs in the blood get unplugged
Fishing for the fly shit hybrid
I run among the mudskipper swarms through
Warnings in Good Morning Beirut
Little BillyBlunderbuss looking for
More recruit's
City life is practice, casket truancy
That's the rule of you and me
Brash unmasked lunacy
Friends used to laugh fast
Grasped little truth from me
Now they check their bags with
A staff claspin' Uzis
Who deserves a wrath without warning?
The same sky for the martyr with a spork
Scorch, New York forfeit
Run among the poppy fields
Order some more clips
Store trips are weird but
The fear is forceless
Bloomey bought the city of Lego
And shitty metal hull
Jitters to the floor boards, burned
Almost aborted
Flight of the accidental tourist: morbid
The advertising Gods so oddly court shit
Godly corporate squads plot these tortures
Holiness is hard and it's
Costing God fortunes
(guess he took a second job on
The force to afford it) I don't want a part
Of these self-fulfilled prophecies
Man it's too much for my stubbornness
I hate the people runnin' shit
Now if you sleep at ground o below
Wishing you peaceful sleep
Where horror on the surface
Emerges less frequently
Metal bars of ancient Rome
Dissolved from the scenery
(now what the fuck)
I'll take a hostage and walk
Through the mosh pit
Pristine untouched, NB703's unscuffed
Trust is a commodity crushed by Pol Pottery
Your cookie cutter laws contain
Flaws in philosophy
Toppling down a flight of Escher
Bach steps: delight
Cause the man who raped my
Sister won't sleep right tonight
Suppose the pretty horses in
Fours could love more
But, I'm exhausted by the scope of
This dark God on opiates
Breakfast for dystopia and
Ruthless hope movements
Seasonal infest of the butchery's lookin good
And now writer's block is a prison
Camp where free press regress
Now we can hypnotize the herd
I'm alive with fly visions that attack like
Alfred Hitchcock raising rabid
Carrier pigeons true the only form of com
Not tapped is trapped strong
In the cranium of future
Rebel infants whistling song
I know you're listening, get
Down with this bitch, whistle along
Power is inflicting pain
And humiliation otherwise
You can't be certain power is tearing
Human minds apart and putting
Them together again in new shapes
Of your own choosing
It's like the Bilderberg's came to
Dinner with filthy birds
They pussy all infected I'm
Lookin for milky words
They pulled my third eye out then
They let it dry out
Had to pawn my belief in Christ to find out
(I don't believe in)
What I look like with no skin
The movement faded while the back
Of my paper is stilluminated
Even your no flipped Egyptian Euro
Got my website shut down by the Bureau
Can't kick it with the dead
Until my life stop but Bush got a Ouija to
Talk to Adam Weishaupt
I breath martyrs, turn fans to artists
Put a couple G's together
Before harvest light
I'll take all this, the hell I'm doin?
Dippin' this whole fuckin' pound
In enbalmin' fluids
You think I rhyme to do it?
If it's on point try is
If you can't help but sleep
Peel off your eyelids
If you want a vision of the futureimagine
A boot stamping on a human face
It's the year 2010, you can say what you want
But, I bet if you light this blunt, dummy
The feds'll come runnin'
Lock you up, lock you out
You ain't tryin' to listen
Cameras in your food, dude
Look they're trying to listen
Lock you up, lock you out
We got bugs in the house
We're being monitored
They know we got thugs in the house
Don't light your blunt, bitch
They'll hit you with a switch
Hit you with a beam, hit you in the brain
Make you go totally insane
Wild out, guns in the spot
Flippin' on you niggas they take you out
Then the Feds push guns on the roof
They take 'em out
Snuffed you out cause you know too much
After that you know your ho's get touched
Look, then the meeting starts
Download your chick to a memory card
Give her chips and send her to a city job
Power is not a means, it's
An end in our world, there will only be
Triumph and self-effacement
Everything else we shall destroy