[El-P:]
Really fell out the lane with this shit,
Man, print this shit: I'm a misfit,
Got a style from the guts of the most irrational beast in the district.
Born to the next gen system,
Slow water drip to the temple to live in a prison,
When the walls don't appear to your vision,
One floor down from that mall's that prison,
Where shower stalls'll get all y'all missin'.
Pardon me, I got half-wit vision,
But fuck I know, I just crawled here, cap'n,
Pass me the baton, the rest a y'all batten the hatches,
In fact, better scram, I'm a bastard,
On the lam in a hatchback blasting some rap shit, trying not to slam into traffic
With my feet on the wheel and my hands through the moon roof laughing,
Let's crash this!
See the truth from the womb is a fool-proof plan to be doomed while the damned do they dances,
So I move through the room like an animal fooling a master,
But I don't got love for the hand with the food, matter fact, I am drooling at that shit,
I don't only bite, but I'm rabid,
Try to pet my fucking head again and I'ma put a tooth through the flesh of the palm that you jack with.
This city just screams black magic, and the threat to my heart got traction,
Maybe should've never started this path,
Every time I get a chance to advance, it's backwards,
‘No, thanks' to my very own actions,
Get a couple good drinks in the kid',
I can flip on a friend, take a drug, fuck a chick that I shouldn't,
Oh god, I am one of those mad men!
[Hook:]
Trying not to walk crooked while this anchor's dropped
But I been out on them choppy waves, and it's hard to say where this land begins and that water stops.
I got sea legs,
I got sea legs,
I got sea legs.
[Killer Mike:]
Real shit, I came for the jewels,
I'm the killer of kings and fools,
I'm the reason the season for treason starts this evening,
And this evening the odds ain't even.
People praying to the gods but the gods ain't even listening,
Don't matter if you're Muslim, Hebrew, Christian,
When death runs in the distance there will be no Mercy me's,
There will be no reprieve for the thieves,
There will be no respect for the thrones,
No master mastered these bones.
Your idols all are my rivals,
I rival all of your idols,
I stand on towers like Eiffel, I rifle down all your idols,
Niggas will perish in Paris, niggas is nothing but parrots,
I write for the writers that write for the liars that impress you and your parents.
Is this real or another dimension?
Am I trippin' here in the kitchen?
Am I a victim of my convictions?
I feel my sanity slippin'
And I think I like the freedom.
Cannibal, animal, rappers, I eat 'em,
Even in Dubai I smoke like it's legal,
Bitch so exotic, she rode on a zebra,
Made in America, home of the eagle,
Home of the anger, home of the evil,
Do what I do for the good of my people,
Holding my lane, smoke Jane in a Regal.
[Hook:]
Trying not to walk crooked while this anchor's dropped
But I been out on them choppy waves, and it's hard to say where this land begins and that water stops.
I got sea legs,
I got sea legs,
I got sea legs.
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