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[Verse 1: El-P]That was me in BK on AtlanticNever looked both ways, ran in trafficPops went away but I stayed, vagrantPlaced where the steel and cement became natureLove what you did with the place, it looks gorgeousCityscape where the blood of good men coursesAnd the dreamers are bull trapped in porcelainTake a knee to the gods and get horse shitWanna live for the thrill? They'll arrange itGot a bevy of imps to spit hatredShit'll get in your head and cause panicHave you desperately begging to get famousGet your dignity dirty and left orphanedSanity on the fringe of distortedWho are they to just take shit and hoard it?Who am I that I don't get my portion?The most impressionable minds get molested and informed by manipulating forcesDon't fret little man, don't cryThey can never take the energy inside you were born withKnowing that, understand you could never be poorYou already won the war, you were born richYou can only take the energy you had going back to the realm or the home where your lord isWhoever whatever that lord is couldn't give a fuck if you ever made fortunesFuck anyone ever trying to run that bum shitSend 'em to the flames where the orcs liveLetras de cancionesThem and the lost minds thinking they're smarter than us don't understand love's importanceAnd we can weaponize that, bring 'em back to the truth where the ashes and dust got formed in[Verse 2: Killer Mike]The beat breaks and your teeth breakKeep your canines embedded in my knuckles as a keepsakeIt would seem your veneers just mere souvenirs falling out your mouth and on to the landscapeMe and El-P do the secret handshakeThen I pummel punch a pumpkin head punk in his pimple face'Till he's punch drunk cause he's sweet as a pound cake(Ain't he pussy, Mike?) Yeah, El, I'll sayInto the wild, wildstyle ghetto child running wildWhere the lions and the owls stayThe powers that be even offered up reprievesTold us they ain't take us out if we bow to our kneesBut they can give that to the kings and queens and the worshipers of idols and followers of thingsCause I would rather be in the jungle with the savagesIt's kill or be killed and I'm working with the averagesMy professor Emeritus say we been cursed being brought to the AmericasHow you raise a whole human single parent, no marriages no sense of heritagePlanned Parenthood helping plan miscarriagesBut I'm lucky mommy already had a narrativeProduct of a teenage love, my arrogance to rise from the pride and the job my parents didNamed Mike I was told it was godlikeEven danced with the devil, came out alrightOK, honor y'all? No wayStill spell America with the triple KWord up to Spice 1 and O'SheaAnd any MC peepin' what I go throughReal rap, my last line's so trueRest in peace to Pimp C and Camu tooWe do it for you From Letras Mania