Low Key

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mr. Lif] I've got two underpaid educators on the faders Mad about the salary of baseball players A nation of thugs waving guns at the mayor The meek on they knees, cold prayin' for savior Enabled to outlast disease that plagues ya Scientists with remedies, save 'em for later "In God We Trust," written on the paper Which soon will burn, as humans learn To upgrade, advance But wade, too far in the waters of chance Stress reaches up to the heavens, its arms Take the form of nuclear bombs And when they weary, they drop and crush theory Laying to waste everything you held dearly Death is nearin', at this point you see clearly United through peril, just scream if you hear me [Verse 2: Murs] Come likeI here'say Ain't nobody comin' this fed Could've went, got some sleep, but got keyed instead So the organs that I use to breed are now bred Cigarettes to the head, chillin' on the balcony With some fly shit on hand, like I practice falconry I'm out to be (4... 3... 2...) one of the best, you know Murs plus a mic? Fuck the sum of the rest Now a gun and a vest? Heh heh Might protect you from takin' one in the chest But it can't protect you from this Legendary crew that's runnin' the West I make you want to invest in the shit that we've made I give a damn what you made fuckin' with E-Trade 'Cause when the beat's laid, the hardcore becomes priceless So righteous Doctor Teeth put the rock in concrete The stock on Wall Street, the knock on the beat You couldn't run a close second with some clocks on your feet Not jocked in the street, but respected at the bank Unsigned and Hella Broke – think it is when it ain't, bitch [Verse 3: El-P] "Ugh... baby... the other OTHER white meat..." Who radio reacts with a version of a perfect attack "Hi, my name is Jaime Meline, you might recognize me From such magazines as White Inches And such films as Kick the perpetrator new jack in his talk box And bounce from the set like time bandits" Dwell in the cracks of the asphalt to design famine If I combine the dirty works of content in a bent drum pattern Where each snare here is a snapshot of a broken city children Building jails out of commotion and metal Legos – c'mon man! That's a kick drum for the homeless, a gunshot for the system Position in the totem is low A Fahrenheit today to sweat bullets The cops will sodomize you like Jim J. Bullock And lick Billy Blanks at ya ass on some bullshit "Get in my belly!" Humanity makes the pellets that swim like the blade through gut jelly So what the fuck can you tell me? So what on God's Earth do you think you can sell me? [Scratch Break: Mr. Len] "I got some good shit to tell you tonight, brothers and sisters..." "Brothers and sisters..." [Verse 4: Eligh] Syncopated to the third degree, highest motion felt by man Dropping through the bars from the fingers In the back of the brain, they linger Maintain with the most devotion, scientific and vocal portion Full-position dynamite, couldn't have rocked on a finer night Universe in a fire fight, me against the world tonight Woes, negative, positive balance and flows Holds, like in an upper color, swallowing pride From the first time that I tried Might have been the first time that I died 'Cause I know now that I'm a mad scientist Eyeing formations from the top of skyscrapers That dwells within my craters Now it's dark and I'm in the park with a marker and a telescope In hopes to find a universe I fit in Bidding Earth good riddance, forever after Chuckling, your human science gives me laughter Knees buckling, under the pressure of these energy masters Smothering you bastards... actin' so plastic... [Verse 5: BMS] Drop this shit for the head, ten-low, chemo Emcees hope we won't Co.Flow, Living Leg' collaboration We keep our world spinnin' like innovation All shall awaken Nigga, I don't move or hover Maybe you've got something to prove But anything you've got – covered Couldn't picture this with an Olympus Infinit' Stylus, I'm epic B.M.S. – damn right, set it Damn right, when it comes to the mic Audio flows and any motherfucker can get it Murs, Scarub, and Eligh Mr. Len, Mr. Lif, El-P, and I Please don't attempt to adjust the dial We like to fuck with what you reset What you percept There's no ways to protect True disconnection formed this step to intervention Wherever we from, whatever we've done However, we some Emcees, we from Wherever we from, whatever we've done However, we some Emcees, we from [Interlude: LL Cool J sample, scratched by Mr. Len] "Playing MC's like an old accordion" [Verse 6: Scarub] My time is slim, it ripples like tight skin over rib cages Where I'm from, the powers that be got us livin' like dogs Chasing our tails three-hundred and sixty degrees Going nowhere, blinded by the glare of the green Not talking weed, I'm talkin' dollars Dictating your every move on this planet It's a life-long race from start to finish A competition where many win and many more get deminished A selected few cross through, a checkered flag for the first of 'em Those who come in first place, just had more thirst in 'em A little bit more burst in 'em, but peep out the catch We're all living in this pole position Some are just more focused to win and acquire the things that glisten While others get left in the dust, miles away Facing the opposite position, pissing their lives away So, my time is slim My... my time is slim (Uh-huh...) My time is slim... (Okay) [Outro: KRS-ONE sample, scratched by Mr. Len] "I just laugh!" "I just laugh!" "No one can defeat me!" "No one can defeat me!" "I just laugh!" "No one can defeat me!" "I just laugh!" "I just laugh!" "No one can defeat me!" "No one can defeat me!" "I just laugh!" "No one can defeat me!"