Prefuse 73, El-P, Ghostface Killah - Hideyaface (El-P Mix) lyrics

[Prefuse 73, El-P, Ghostface Killah - Hideyaface El-P Mix lyrics]

Yeah, nothin' but fly beats runnin' float
Around here and shit, about to pop off all
(from outta the robes, to the new world)
It's about to pop off
(Ghostface and Lazer Face
And you never seen this shit
Before) Hide ya face, yo
I told y'all niggas it's about to pop
(hide ya face)
Here we go, come on man, New York
We got y'all niggas up top
(Fuck this, hide ya face) Hold me down
Brooklyn

Yo, this is Ghostface, Theodore
I'm magically suspicious
Police try to get money and sell my pictures
To the star ledger
(tell 'em) inquirin' minds wanna know
How Pretty Tone get robes as soft as snow
Where the bird go? That shit
Flew south for the winter
Why my piece hold the face
The size of plates at dinner
Was Masquerade a true story?
(yep) What happened to the Clan?
Did I really dodge death? Am
I the true Ironman?

Yo, this is Lazer Face
El Producto, Funcrusher, dance to this
I leg sweepin', runnin' man stance
With my contaminate spit that, hardly arty
Semi-retarded and brawny
Ungodly stoppin' me
Put holes in your body heat (bangin')
Abort your eminence front with a coat hanger
That lick off
Of the set of altercation without anger
Oh is that the shit you runnin' with?
Equip this with a pair of scissors
Cook coke with a Brooklyn word poet
With Tony the Iron Wizard

You be lyin' to the fans on your tapes
(hide ya face)
Just because radio will play you
Doesn't mean that you great
Baby heads talkin' shit in my space
(hide ya face)
Muthafucka, we hold the legends every
Breath that we take
You ridin' dirty when your man
Had the plates (hide ya face)
Wear your seatbelt and make sure to
Keep it light on the brakes
You been drafted by the United States
(hide ya face)
You wind up gunnin' out a chopper
Another man and his hate
Oh break (hide ya face)

Oh shit, when the beat gon' drop?
Fuck it, I'm gonna get big money
Here we go nigga

Embarresed her, bastard bet, the colamity
Rap knowledge
Or fever, among liquids stickin' ya character
Paintin' obituaries, with a Krylon scepter
Last of the unforgiven
Spittin' insanity lectures (from where?)
From the era of a Dapper Dan texture
I'm fully pullin' on loosy nukie
From the BK sector
Oh was that the shit you runnin' with? yeah
Bitch with a broken cattle prod
And the ox I stole from the
Mailroom supervisor at my last job

Ayo, it's Tony Starks, the Wallabee clarks
The fly minks the first nigga to pop them
Yellow bottles for drinks
Big links only built for D coles, I peep hoes
You god damn right I fuck
Fans and get G robes
And spinach, bread like the Pillsbury dough
I got a red nose pick with the high pro glow
My hydro flow? I got it locked
But y'all don't know
Watch when your enterprise go public
And Starks just blow

You be lyin' to the fans on your tapes
(hide ya face)
Just because radio will play you
Doesn't mean that you great
Baby heads talkin' shit in my space
(hide ya face)
Muthafucka, we hold the legends every
Breath that we take
You ridin' dirty when your man
Had the plates (hide ya face)
Wear your seatbelt and make sure to
Keep it light on the brakes
You been drafted by the United States
(hide ya face)
You wind up gunnin' out a chopper
Another man and his hate
Oh break (hide ya face)

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