Corners ’94

Lyrics

[Intro: El-P] Yo, this is dedicated to my ever-loving crew Bigg Jus, Mr. Len, Elijah, [?] [Verse 1: El-P] I interject that my vocals equal math with every word Nineteen years of evil thoughts will manifest But now you thought what y'all been thinkin' for years to get paid Not a business man I'll turn your dreams into fears Back to vocal talent born and bread, step on Industry don shit made of Teflon And feed you woolies made of liquor [?] Straight to the temple of the damned to make you tell me "can I fuckin' kick it" Brought up in funk mode, raised Up, up and away to spread my juvenile ways Never bе another handspring up and down the block Cause I flip shit likе Mxyzptlk smokin' rocks Tears in a bucket, fuckin' vexed I am Situated at the bottom, where underground will got 'em a shot For the sheriff and the deputy's ass, quick cash Doesn't mean shit if your products won't last Calculated lyrics on the center stage Kids rock chrome in a zone because they live in rage Undisputed, mentally a loner As far as I'm concerned, I got you peepin' round corners [Hook: El-P] Witness as the pendulum swing I got you peepin' round corners Witness as the pendulum swing Back and forth, got you peepin' round corners Witness as the pendulum swing I got you peepin' round corners Witness as the pendulum swing Back and forth, got you (peepin' round corners) [Verse 2: El-P] Hot drops the snot like the average rhymin' riddler Drop the threat and save darkness distraught and fuck it Shot, design a earth and sent back to birth Step to the stage so we can see what the fuck you worth While I'm dealin', banana clip peelin' Believe when I rock, even Spock could catch feelings Or the antonym for wack hesitation On your part only makes you more susceptible to head cracks I'm only kickin' some ol' battle type rhyme shit Effortlessly spittin' that buck It's the complicated way of life for me to concept I wrote a song I shoulda [?] Like woolies and weed, I catch wreck Verbal hollow points, I pierce your mental armor Peace to Nappy Nu from the crew that resides on Farmers, Boule- Never pull a fast, I blast [?] Rappers out the math that's half fast and irate [Hook: El-P] Witness as the pendulum swing I got you peepin' round corners Witness as the pendulum swing Back and forth, got you peepin' round corners Witness as the pendulum swing I got you peepin' round corners Witness as the pendulum swing (Back and forth, got you peepin' round corners) [Verse 3: El-P] Mornin' after mornin' I can see the sunrise Jump up and knock the pupil out your hateful eyes I sever the link between rational thought and action Fuck Glocks, my verbs will leave you crippled and disturbed hopped You know I gots to rectify the bullshit In the back of the train is where my brain is always spittin' that buck And someone said that I sucked, well fuck that The battle ground is open, I'll all the bones out your back In spite your lyrics and video, I know you feel fear When I was young I used to beg my pops to give me beer But now I'm addled and acting like a juvenile Kid, leading rappers to their death single file, so Boom bap to back lips I'mma fatten Known some kids in Queens but I'm residin' in Manhattan Sick of motherfuckers think they similak Repressed the institution that you shit on kid Your styles lack verb, your groups among a crew and you mourners Cause we write shit that got you peepin' round corners Peepin' round corners [Hook: El-P] Witness as the pendulum swing I got you peepin' round corners Witness as the pendulum swing Mr. Len, got you peepin' round corners Witness as the pendulum swing El-P, I got you peepin' round corners Witness as the pendulum swing Company Flow got you peepin' round corners [Outro: El-P + Scratching] Yeah, you know'm sayin I know you paranoid kid You gotta tell me though, how does it feel like Knowin' that around every corner there's a MC With more skills, with more heart, with more talent That's my crew Hot damn, shut the fuck up Hot damn, shut the fuck up I'm outta here