A Day Like Any Other Remix (A Day Like No Other)

Lyrics

[Intro] The psychosis of being dope I don't, I don't know [Verse 1: El-P] When I burn a party out, all hands is in the air The sea of indelible squads that don't play fair (Sea air, sea air...) Squirtin' nare on the heads of nimble, nymphomaniacs don't get the ticket I'm the E-L-dash-Producto, sick of all these pimp ho Rottweilers Don't even chase the cat through the woods, surprise! It's the, indelible, fashion don't demise E-L-dash-Producto, seein' through your eyes Not a fish in the frier, dude I'm like Colossus kid with a metal body armour You try to stop this, bent for the last time Situation is indelible, I can't even explain it It's just masturbation, incredible Bustin' off on several symptoms, sip delicious Most MCs just act like bitches See that indelible squadron Soundbombing Futuristic, never ever simplistic PMS, you bomb myself on the Santa, listen Every single track is like, gifted El-dash-Producto in the studio, lifted Off the top of the dome, yo kid, roll that spliff shit Yo, E-L-dash-Producto, slash and burn like crops, a slusher Economic warfare don't fare right, am I Feel the population control And scary little midgets posin' for trophies, the mostly Don't approach me, closely E-L-dash-Producto is toasty Bringin' out the pocket the rocket It's not the same, when I bring 'em to the ring ling brothers Born 'em a Bailey Three ring circus to watch y'all worthless motherfuckers battle it out And I'm on top like Funcrushin', microphone bum rushin' Off the top of the dome and bad touchin' [Interlude: Murs] Break it down, Murs Ayy, it goes [Verse 2: Murs] M-U-R-to-the-S (Uh-huh) Microphone used relentlessly in slaughter From the West, just got off the plane, don't know how I can maintain Brain on sleep mode So I beat those foes, duckin' in the trenches Pushin' 'em up, like benches, way too pressed Niggas don't test, Living Legends is the crew, never settlin' for second best That's just the first place loser, crew abuser Chooser of your fate, find a mate like check Get my respect after I do a set, now I can do a set of graffiti, smoke a beedi Then chill in the batch, back, excuse me I mean, I don't mean to abuse my microphone privileges I just like to ad-lib for kids who have no style I drop it down a while, single file line, have you all lined up I got this shrine up in my room All praise due to the microphone When I drop tones, never been too much alone 'Cause I have multi personalities You lost a battle on a technicality, that's not straight I mean I always like to hold the weight 'cause I can stand the pressure Lesser MC's always fall, the digressor, never stay on point and on focus Attack you like a swarm of locusts Perform to just show you hocus-pocus how we do stage magic It's tragic how these fools be on the microphone Lookin' tired and ragged, I mean I always bagged it Not like groceries, plastic or paper, but I do capers All by my lonesome, on some other shit Yes, you know Murs rips mic checks, freestyle, no script It's not written, never been bitten, I've been shittin' on MCs for a while now Not a stool pigeon, but I school fools on religion If you wanna take it to the tabernacle I'll break you down, have your minds in shackles But I don't believe in following one man I only hold the mic, got a suntan that's permanent No worm in it, eat the apple I grapple with MCs like Mark Gracy, your whole style is spacey Not well-grounded, not founded, no foundation when I'm doin' this Microphone freestyle as a demonstration how we do on the West L.A., or the fresh coast, or should I say [Verse 3: Shing02] Should I say, should I bring a lyrical play Improvisational sensational comin' from the own zone About to get our flows on And worry the environmentalists, fuck their petition No competition, 'cause we be comin' to be, creationist Shing02, origin of dopeness Naturally selected out of the MCs, and I still go overseas International, irrational, thoughts be entering my mind But I still find the right style to have you confronting Never fronting from my back And I never slack off, have the intensity, intense cities Osaka, Tokyo, Birkley, wonder where it be The dope freestyler, the wild Rottweiler Like Chingo, but I'm Shing0 on the microphone, and slow it down As I switch up the operating system [Shing02 begins to rap in Japanese] [Verse 3 continued: Shing02 & Yeshua da PoED] The freestyle dream team, as we bring it from the West side And the East bay As we bring lyrical play, gift, a miracle goin' on As we slay MCs one by one, and get it done And every single day that's how we do it continuously (Yo) Never stoppin', strictly hip-hoppin' On the microphone, and [Verse 4: Yeshua da PoED] This motherfuckin' spectrum, equipped with a big pencil When flows I spit hit, you're quick to respect 'em I get mics wet like draws, decors and short circuits I pour strange thoughts that get caught, arranged And spit for sport, considerate, a little bit outta, the ordinary Very fly, how the shit I talk, is backed with act support Touch the mic after me, if you're dumb enough you're comin' up short Like bitches on ball courts, in fact, all sports I rap, you fall, sort of fast on that ass, pass the mic to me It's like the lead, I rip it, sip it, like some liquid ODin' on me, I don't need no fuckin' I.D I be on the corner with my Warner Brothers, word to mother Peace to Cam Booke, and everybody out there Yo, I doubt there is going to be any competition For me to rip in half I got your wishin' the aftermath wasn't on your ass So yo, this is why the Po got a lot of flow, and a lot of bros You gotta know! [Verse 5: Shing02] Aftermath is lyrical calculus, you can't calculate this How can you drop math if you dropped your high school math class? Not that knowledge has to come from institutions But MCs are sellin' themselves out like prostitutions Keep the condom to the minimum when you go back to your condominium Before the millennium, it's 1998 Shing0 and Yeshua, attack vinyl like a Shewer Needle 'Cause I need to satisfy my lyrical hunger comin' from the down-under sound Ground, yes the floatation device end with the quotation marked twice [Verse 6: Murs] No qualms'll be given, Murs a Legend, Living Playin' with chicken shake, never kickin' fake raps over beats Shut your trap, when I come complete Too concise on this microphone, I'm nice Twice the man that you are, now look into the eyes Never really been a true star On the cover of The Source, well of course Never been off course, the source of my problems is I can't solve 'em When I'm fightin' in my mind trapped in nightmares I might scare the next MC comin' unprepared Readin' dictionaries, but his vocabulary doesn't match His brain hasn't hatched from the egg, let it break your leg So you can really be hip-hop I never did trip-hop beats, but I don't sleep I always compete, in the streets where it's raw Competition never saw, say somethin', get socked in the jaw Kicked to the floor, Living Legends front door Entertainment at your arraignment I will give you the sentence, repentance is necessary Don't try to ever compare me to any other rapper you heard I'm servin' words, smackin' you to the curb, up against the wall [Outro 1: Yeshua da PoED] Yo, peace to all the people out there Peace to the We Be Foolish, duty free Yo, and I'm out, Yeshua da Po '90, '90, '98, peace [Outro 2: Shing02] Yeah, yeah, yo, yo, ayy, yo We Flow with the Company, but not the corporations Strictly international underground collaboration Peace to all the crews back in the Bay Startin' with the artistic Empire 22, Basin' Side-O Saafir and Hobo, Del and Heirut, yes we can get along Swing it back to the J, we got Reno, G and Yoshi, DJ Shin Miki, and DJ Bill, this is Shing02 from Kutempaku, and I'm out [Outro 3: Murs] And this is Murs from Mid-City, givin' a shout-out to my mama My brother, Cloverdale Ave, the whole gangsters All of 'em, Living Legends crew '97, '98, for sheezy