El-P, Aesop Rock - Delorean lyrics

I slash monikers backwards
Haggle proof snaggletooth
Fabulous 5 Freddy Krueger
Finger discount bliss lou Retton dismount
Spin out of control to doctor basics
Bladed cicada wings offer awkward facelifts
Leak laser to fade shit

I splash commoner fragments, rattle crews
Cattle lose
Fabulous four finger ringer, backflip
Discount mechanism sex distortion
Terror born from old favorite phasing
Famous danger lacing agent, baby

Aim high, when a flying monkey swoops down
Over Dorothy sound system
To capture the bitches and Toto, two victims
Y'all pimps front on some
Indestructible day trip
With the lifespan of a box playing
Public Enemy in Sal's famous
Feel dystopia vs elysium
Time ticks and the hand keeps feeding them
A billion try to bark revolution
When only knee deep in the medium
Duck you lucked out
There's one out of every 99
Fans on the same route
Another colossal blunder
Born as heir to Thor inside of spirit
Better scatter for your teepee
For every American sleepy teen
Parked in TV-friendly apartments
Carving this creepy nations of PT barnums
(Where you at?) I'm right the
Fuck here right now
(Where you at?) I'm getting
The fuck down tonight
(Where you at?) I'mma spread the
Fuck out something precious
Gavels for the guilty
Rattlesnake bait for the snitches
Cackles for the silky
Shallow lake wades for the midgets
Badges for the piggies that'll make
Hate seem less vicious
Shackles for the filthy
Battle break plates for your interests
I'm a strap your dignity down and see
What that bitch could bench press
Relentless, archon player
After dark parking lot cipher slayer, roll'em
Catch snake eyes in three dimensions
For the artificial martyr
Freeze dried poltergeist, just add water
Excuse me sir
Do you know how fast you were going? Fuck no
What's that in the back seat? That's
A stolen can of Rusto
Who's that riding shotgun? That's
The homie El-Producto
Pedal to the floorboard, DeLorean be gone
Peace

Yo, yo, yo DJ Abilities break this shit down
It's ill, it's Ill Bill, Non Phixion
The cult leader
The reincarnation of the Yeshua Ben Joseph
Getting my dick sucked in a
Strip club by cokeheads
No doubt, y'knowmsayin, takin' over hip hop
Playing tackle football on concrete, what
Fantastic damage hitting in you in the
Head with plastic magnets
The future is now, if you don't over stand
Then underneath
? the beef, get punched dead in your teeth
What! (El-Producto may or may not
Agree with the opinions
Expressed on this segment
Of Fantastic Damage)
(Any and all complaints should
Be sent directly to "? you piece of shit")

I splash commoner fragments, rattle crews
Cattle lose
Fabulous four finger ringer, backflip
Discount mechanism sex distortion
Terror born from old favorite phasing
Famous danger lacing agent, baby

I slash monikers backwards
Haggle proof snaggletooth
Fabulous 5 Freddy Krueger
Finger discount bliss lou Retton dismount
Spin out of control to doctor basics
Bladed cicada wings offer awkward facelifts
Leak laser to fade shit

These faggots hit like teddy bears
Thrown against wooden doors
By a misunderstood teenage girl in
A moment of self-importance
Call it off beat, jagged, ragged
Form the pattern
The mere thought of sounding like those who
You revere fills me with sadness
It's a burner tone and outline
Bricks with shifty throw up
Laminated for my friends who had to
Croak before I grew up
Among the wildly uninhabitable traffic
Of bad bliss
Where the tainted droids of dummy
Noise cancer get unhinged
See me, kabuki theater leader, disease clips
Trying to handle contraband of
An applause meter tint, bad scrimmages
Played with collectible bitch emcee
Copper mounted miniatures
Retard flow bee holder business
The "you don't show me shit" list
Megaplex is stress caress
All the time apocaloid
Bite bleak void, small world big noise
Since you're in the closet anyway, see
If you can walk to Narnia, skippy
Save the earthy wisdom
I'm immersed in millennial bad touch funk
Mayday man with 808 trunk
Ghostface tape bump, toolie clutched
Tony Robbins mantra mouth escape monk
Mega magnetic MRI fingers scanning
Woman for breast lumps
C'mon chunk, you're not a fuckin' Goonie
Most of these advanced rappers grew
Up in the forest
I'm the walrus, sitting on my cornflake
Trying to float out to the chorus
Sarcasm isn't advanced
It's the inexperienced man's preference
Criticism isn't smart
It's for the artfully dejected
Hardly holds the fluid, partly 212 crew
718 create burner movement
Hybrid unfallable
Funkadelic truancy smothered
Fell into the meat grinder like
A classic Hustler cover
The silky legged ecto-thugs run
And hug each other
For pilferers of sanctimony
Coldly pillow smother
First is the originator
(me) , second is the influence (you)
Third is the innovator
(me) , fourth is the institution (my crew)
Fifth is perpetuity it lives
Through the delusion
Before I hop in the DeLorean
I shit in Mr fusion

(Great Scott, Doc)
We need to go back in time
To when motherfuckers could rock
88 miles per hour
Bring it back to the block and get (Mc Fly)
Peel the fuck out before the
Lightning hit the clock (Great Scott, Doc)
We need to go back in time
To when motherfuckers could rock
88 miles per hour
Bring it back to the block and get (Mc Fly)
Peel the fuck out before the
Lightning hit the clock

Peace!
(Yo, that was a really stupid chorus, fellas)