Hideyaface (El-P Mix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Ghostface Killah (El-P)] Yeah, nothin' but fly beats runnin' float Around here and shit, about to pop off all (from outta The robes, to the new world) It's about to pop off, (Ghostface and Lazer Face And you never seen this shit before) Hide ya face, yo I told y'all niggas it's about to pop (hide ya face) Here we go, come on man, New York, we got y'all niggas up top (Fuck this, hide ya face) Hold me down, Brooklyn [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Yo, this is Ghostface, Theodore, I'm magically suspicious Police try to get money and sell my pictures To the star ledger (tell 'em) inquirin' minds wanna know How Pretty Tone get robes as soft as snow Where the bird go? That shit flew south for the winter Why my piece hold the face, the size of plates at dinner Was Masquerade a true story? (yep) What happened to the Clan? Did I really dodge death? Am I the true Ironman? [Verse 2: El-P] Yo, this is Lazer Face, El Producto, Funcrusher, dance to this I leg sweepin', runnin' man stance, with my contaminate Spit that, hardly arty, semi-retarded and brawny Ungodly stoppin' me, put holes in your body heat (bangin') Abort your eminence front with a coat hanger That lick off, of the set of altercation without anger Oh is that the shit you runnin' with? Equip this with a pair of scissors Cook coke with a Brooklyn word poet, with Tony the Iron Wizard [Hook: El-P (Ghostface Killah)] You be lyin' to the fans on your tapes (hide ya face) Just because radio will play you, doesn't mean that you great Baby heads talkin' shit in my space (hide ya face) Muthafucka, we hold the legends every breath that we take You ridin' dirty when your man, had the plates (hide ya face) Wear your seatbelt and make sure to keep it light on the brakes You been drafted by the United States (hide ya face) You wind up gunnin' out a chopper, another man and his hate Oh break... (hide ya face) [Interlude: Ghostface Killah] Oh shit, when the beat gon' drop? Fuck it, I'm gonna get big money, here we go nigga [Verse 3: El-P] Embarresed her, bastard bet, the colamity, rap knowledge Or fever, among liquids stickin' ya character Paintin' obituaries, with a Krylon scepter Last of the unforgiven, spittin' insanity lectures (from where?) From the era of a Dapper Dan texture I'm fully pullin' on loosy nukie, from the BK sector Oh was that the shit you runnin' with? Yeah, bitch with a broken cattle prod And the ox I stole from the mailroom supervisor at my last job [Verse 4: Ghostface Killah] Ayo, it's Tony Starks, the Wallabee clarks, the fly minks The first nigga to pop them yellow bottles for drinks Big links only built for D. Coles, I peep hoes You god damn right I fuck fans and get G. robes And spinach, bread like the Pillsbury dough I got a red nose pick with the high pro glow My hydro flow? I got it locked, but y'all don't know Watch when your enterprise go public and Starks just blow [Hook: El-P (Ghostface Killah)] You be lyin' to the fans on your tapes (hide ya face) Just because radio will play you, doesn't mean that you great Baby heads talkin' shit in my space (hide ya face) Muthafucka, we hold the legends every breath that we take You ridin' dirty when your man, had the plates (hide ya face) Wear your seatbelt and make sure to keep it light on the brakes You been drafted by the United States (hide ya face) You wind up gunnin' out a chopper, another man and his hate Oh break... (hide ya face)