Get It

[El-P:]
Smoke from the loosie drift,
Hold it like a crucifix,
Blow from the nose, I'm a dragon to a gnome,
Got a average of bein excellent, the median just dope,
Like the ratio of herion to laxative that's sold.
Authorities have spoken, demanded your pure devotion, get magnetized to the ground while the falcons of murder close in,
I chose to go guano,
Y'all know,
Kinda bat shit,
The bright lights of fuckery stuck in me automatic.
I'll tea bag a piranha tank,
Heart barely beatin,
A wild one,
Who'll swim like directly after he's eaten
While holding a toaster over that's plugged with a fork in it,
Cause death by electrocutions like life in New York, isn't it?
Shoulda been a dentist,
Mom said it, pain's the way that my craft expresses,
Raised in a little shop of horrors that I can't even afford to rent in, where's the exit?
Wana talk shop, I can chop it up with exacto touch, what's the rush?
Autograph skin flaps,
Tag em up,
I don't brag enough, you defacto suck a lotta, you new to the El Producto milieu,
Kinda like, “fuck is you?”
I'm a little black spot on a sun a lies but I'm not too high to say I'm the truth,
I line the booth to catch blood like a Bateman,
Nathan sacred, I'll mace a play pen,
Jewel runner, bitch, make the name stick,
Not for sale but I'm takin payments.

[Hook:]
Lie, cheat, steal, kill, win,
Everybodies doin' it.

[Killer Mike:]
I'm fly as a Pegasus, that's no embellishment,
I'm here to pain the whole game, where the excederin?
Good pussy, good marijuana, that be my medicine,
And I'm a mixture of MJG and the Weathermen.
A revolutionary bangin on my adversaries,
And I love Dr King but violence might be necessary,
Cause when you live on MLK and it gets very scary,
You might have to pull your AK send one to the cemetery.
We overworked, underpaid and we underprivileged,
They love us, they love us. (why?)
Because we feed the village.
You really made it or just become a prisoner of privilege?
You willing to share that information that you've been given?
Like, who really run this?
Like, who really run that man that say they run this?
Who, who really run that man that say he run this, run, run, run, run this?
Like who really fund this?
Like who really fund who say he fund this?
Like who in the world gon tell Donald Sterl who to put on the “you can't come” list?
Now don't be silly,
Who the fuck gon bully me if i got a billy?
If I got a billy, and the bitch recording me, I'm like, who cares?
What I wouldn't be is on TV stutterin ta ta talkin scared.
So the question is when Don's at home with that traitor ass bitch alone,
Who's that voice on the side of the phone that shakes and rattles his bones?
Could it be the man behind the man behind the man behind the throne? Gone.