Smithereens (stop Cryin') (El-P)

Fell asleep late, Neon Buzz P.T.S. stress, we do drugs City air strange, sticky lungs Mayor Doomberg gives no funds And I'm cryin', cryin' Call out with a fiendish ring Broken into smithereens Every thing's exactly how it seems And it would seem That I am cryin', cryin' In a world of super duper whores The kids just want a little more Little tycos do the bloody mind sex With a veteran's decor And I'm cryin', cryin' So, when I step in the stop frame I became pure BK 'Cause I grew up around the Krazy Kings And inhaled second hand spray I'm cryin', cryin' Where the walls talk your defiances And alliances were made With a fugitive dash after class To harass the gods of fame Cryin', cryin' And the goons that I collude with On this rude shit same way And will break a crab down in public Just to manipulate their pain Cryin', cryin' Why should I be sober When God is so clearly dusted out his mind With cherubs puffin' a bundle Trying to remember why he even tried Down here it's 30 percent every year To fund the world's end But I'm broke on Atlantic Ave Trying to cop the bootleg instead Pure savage established hard rock talk Circa 93 proof Walked the high road to infinity With simile truant moves When the wandering ration line derails I steal food Maybe, tread where the sidewalk hawks Look alive and hide tools On a bed that someone else made Trying to wait for the next boot When it dropped you took Prime-time Hellemundo off mute Old folks say, "Time to build" But demolition pays more loot Rip patch from your Hazmat suit Slip past with an odd bop El Producto sort of strange They say he stares at you, long range Perhaps he's lookin' past us all With his thousand yard gaze Cryin', cryin' And he sees how MCs Became contorted with their own lies And went from battle rap to gun talk Like we ain't notice the change, yeah right It's the city I broke down in The velor couture township Where they lost the rock box batteries And forgot how shit was founded Cryin', cryin' And critics all see me twisted They don't get my whole existence An actual B boy brainiac Who'll smack you out your mittens Cryin', cryin' Now, I feel that motherf**kers owe me dap For contributing actual raps That's not a construct for the radio On that plasticine path I'll be your homie, bust through the Dolby Lonely, all cast aside and homely Wildly pour chrome heat of vigilante words Insert hurt in a dome-piece And the last of all I have is yours, now Surrendered nice and calmly As a tot played on a block of bricks And double dutched with the zombies I'll rip your squad in nothing But a cock ring and pair of PuertoRoc dunks I built the bag that cats will drown in When the water's colored rust And the last thought that I had In the back of the little bus Was of a Oklahoma city flair Through kiddy flesh fade to dust Move with me little soldier bitty We'll cloak and dagger the city We'll hope to stagger magnificence Till the pattern of blasphemy's quitting And I keep my meaning tucked deep So, y'all creepers give me some privacy Don't ask for something literal From a child of secret society There's a position to be filled You f**kin' assholes, keep your eye on me But save your precious advice 'Cause all my life everyones lied to me And I'm cryin' Fell asleep late, Neon Buzz P.T.S. stress, we do drugs City air strange, sticky lungs Mayor Doomberg gives no funds And I'm cryin', cryin' Call out with a fiendish ring Broken into smithereens Every thing's exactly how it seems And it would seem That I am cryin', cryin'