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El-P - Текст песни No Kings
And the kids say
 Watch your man, I think he's faking the band
 Y'all will either run the world or destroy it while holding hands
 Architect, terrible vet with bent flashback
 Me clutching a 30 OD, burn village laughing
 Gas mask latched in, signal for the whirly
 Worm killer bird on the set, I flex early
 Got to beat the rush and report it all to the hive mind
 Weathermen and such, motherfucks, try to malign mine
 Let's digress now, kings, put your cans up
 Paint the city scope with the prettiest type of cancer
 Watch 'em laser surg every tumor like a fatal relica
 New York is the truancy burg, stte of hysterica
 It's a brutalized lab bunny jumping the fence
 Grab the money and the charger for the microchip embedded in head
 Brooklyn is the life, equal parts joy, strife
 I sit up in the cribbo and carve these 'noid kites out of lead
 The same weight of the monkey on my neck
 Who crawled off my back and tried to make friends
 Now I'm walking 'round lit like the fun never ends
 But someone ran their key on my whip, plus left dents
 Welcome to my bastard delight night, gents
 Where everything has a meaning but none of it makes sense
 Living is so demeaning but rappers still wanna offer
 Fake aliens from lying saucers
 I don't have the time, man, I'm searching for bigger answers
 The beat is so sick, made with real bits of panther
 The clay of the city streets, don't take to these broken cleats
 But I hold my johnson and walk it retarded, it's just me
 What up, Tame?
 Desperate men do dangerous things
 Full alarm system, New York with no kings
 Desperate kids do dangerous shit
 Full alarm system, it's on where you live
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 My name is El-Producto, my friend, I walk rawlyEl-P - No Kings - http://ru.motolyrics.com/el-p/no-kings-lyrics.html
 Oddly bent pod beast, fiends try to draw me
 Another close copy but not the God hardly
 Sex shit sloppily, fuck yourself, pardon me
 Look, here comes the scientists, here they come to cure us all
 Mind is on your money, sonny, brain is on the curtain call
 Give the kid a sack of D, pass the child a bag of C
 Even in the tenement residence there's a pharmacy
 Deadly young people, deadly new day
 Young deadly dumb kick snare pattern play
 Dignity for criminals, science for religion
 War stole the future, peace is for bitches
 Evey thing's a felony, relatively hellishly
 Cops make guns whistle like here, check the melody
 You need to learn to worship the warships
 Anything made of steel, of course can leave corpses
 Cops on four horses, hot to draw quarters
 The morbidist thoughts are mad laws and enforced quick
 Don't lift your foot off of that land mine switch
 Till I make the 20 yard dash and cover my eyelid
 We don't need no edumucation, there's no patience
 My team is on the food line, blinker in the waist and
 Walkies all connected, gotta wait for the signal
 Weathermen are the lefties that burn to the bone gristle
 Insight is disease, feed the criminal rotary
 All over the world it's the same skull fuck locally
 Alpha Flight airs that are rare, we rock openly
 Feeling like a kid again, umbilical choking me
 Never shit on my faction of bastards, not openly
 Don't you even whisper shit, not even if jokingly
 Straight out of poisonville, coming up for air again
 Nah, the air is poisonous, environment choking me
 Do it again
 Desperate men do dangerous things
 Full alarm system, New York with no kings
 Desperate kids do dangerous shit
 Full alarm system, it's on where you live
Yeah, biatches













