[00:00.000] 作词 : Bigg Jus/El-P/ J-Treds
[00:00.000] 编曲 : El-P
[00:00.000][Intro: Announcer]
[00:01.382]Mr. Len, a.k.a. Space Ghost, please commence intro
[00:05.610]Company Flow, perform, J-Treds, prepare
[00:09.406]El-P, prepare, you have approximately five minutes
[00:13.253]F**k the bulls**t, Time/Warner will fall
[00:15.872]Record labels will fall, the Earth will crumble
[00:18.525]Begin
[00:21.068]Verse 1: El-P
[00:21.168]Enter the all city access and encounter the likes of these
[00:23.876]Regionally no one relaxes, action
[00:25.854]No wonder I'mma type to crush contenders with pure chewing satisfaction
[00:29.170]Pervade your ultraharmonic with the back of your whole mediocre faction
[00:32.193]Sonic boom head zoom contact off antaxion
[00:34.701]Elbowed with a vacuum kill deaf MC's with closed captions
[00:37.698]Wind up in the willows, catch the whirling dervish
[00:40.409]Or the dead and dumb millennium is at your service
[00:43.038]Flow the plaque, instigate lyrics then backfile another MC
[00:45.956]Who thought cause he was dipped in powder blue that he could rock past-el
[00:48.443]Got your hip-hop essence out of the Cross Colours catalog
[00:50.857]With analog technology
[00:52.019]Ask L. Ron Hubbard to break down my Scientology
[00:54.324]F**king up through the chest I bust insidious, Bad Touching
[00:57.819]Boogie to break to bumrushing
[00:59.677]Fresh thought tainted, vile fiend this track achieves
[01:02.114]Pain penicillin, crack, and AZT couldn't relieve
[01:05.058]Being Sizzlean I'll trim the fat like Susan Powters
[01:07.434]Disrespectin burners like CAP, licking off shots from clock towers
[01:10.567]Play ring around the dead nation
[01:12.378]The Deadhead situation, situated to cease all creation
[01:15.993]MC's are helpless like Godzuki, f****t like RuPaul
[01:18.575]True to the new sensation f**k that whole wannabe gangster fascination
[01:21.782]The illusion is broke, all c**k gobblers misspoke
[01:24.370]And got the El-P rookie cards stuck in they bicycle spoke
[01:26.927]For those VH-1 crystallized pseudo rip flows
[01:29.675]Let the liquid tonic soak into the seam of your coat
[01:32.317]Meet the professional dead or alive politic technician
[01:35.455]Straight neck capital P for the deep throat d**kin'
[01:38.379]I was that first monkey to touch the Monolith, delinquent
[01:40.945]Up in that crack like white squall for the weekend
[01:42.750]And I sunk your Battleship
[01:44.063]Parked in a hot zone, bow to the ebola
[01:46.261]Manifest brain tumors through the phone as you roam in your Motorolas
[01:48.900]Verse 2: J-Treds
[01:49.020]All hail, J and El the fans rise, we got the grand prize
[01:51.985]Foes fantasize runner up, the closest they can see it because
[01:55.181]Skills so lenient I've been boasting with half a flow
[01:57.355]They can't handle the whole weight son, diagnosis, bulimic believe it
[02:00.661]My best line, too advanced for Pop Warner
[02:02.591]You got cornered scouting report, can't scramble in the clutch
[02:05.454]But when I get down, it's third and inches threatening to score
[02:08.133]How you gonna tackle the topic when you suck at two-hand touch
[02:11.228]We're too damn much for your defense break you down, zone weakens
[02:14.096]Words bring embarrassment, Captains look like third string in comparison
[02:17.246]To this duo known to kick fat flow
[02:19.203]And beat suckers straight up and down, Tic-Tac-Toe
[02:22.091]Game over when I blow your mind, but then I aim low for explosive cuts
[02:25.526]Verbal flamethrower, serving roasted nuts
[02:27.689]As after battle snacks you wish you wore a cup in your panties
[02:30.380]All you pu**ies in this rap game, time to up the ante
[02:33.182]What's your fancy? Big time skills or small penny
[02:35.957]Dead to latter my varsity letter, fatter than your JV
[02:38.874]Only play with the big boys, toys bringing that weak s**t
[02:41.624]Before the battle I hit em off with fat, ladies latest release on cassette
[02:45.668]They were done from the start
[02:46.843]Ran for the finish got detoured from the fast route by the number
[02:49.809]One spot holder hold ground for our town, N.Y
[02:52.701]For those who don't acknowledge they get left ass out like plumbers
[02:56.165]Interlude: Announcer
[02:56.265]Congratulations men, you have made it halfway
[02:59.095]They are falling, their armies are retreating
[03:02.315]The job is not over, you must continue, please move forward
[03:07.050]El-P, bring out tactic evasion, start, summation equals now
[03:13.014]Do not fail us, we're counting on you
[03:16.844]Verse 3: El-P
[03:16.944]For thoughts icy hot like three meals with a cot included
[03:20.101]Where the Sidewalk Ends and all your linear math gets diluted
[03:23.077]If and when he Star Spangled, packed a brand
[03:25.714]Circular medicine and deject wreck-the-tangle
[03:28.631]F**k Time/Warner and it's affiliates, for runnin' that wannabe Big Willie s**t
[03:32.172]Leave those fancy clothes up to the Pope
[03:33.982]List all personal possessions in your liner note
[03:36.399]While I connect wreck genuinely cuttin' through these red ropes
[03:39.340]Son grip the love spigot, yeah that's the ticket
[03:42.382]This platoon pop 99 Luftballons
[03:45.007]While the one hit blunderbuses exhaust like city buses
[03:47.612]I bond, like resin cause for the sake of skill, lost and found
[03:50.781]Found by DNA patterns to wish you could climb
[03:53.079]Just a little girl around the way of my set, that's profound
[03:56.115]Enter the evil opus, focus on rap scrambling
[03:58.798]Record labels to expect not reaction is bad gambling
[04:01.785]I know a few true that make we, collusion
[04:04.489]El-P and J-Treds penetrate cranial intrusion
[04:06.777]Verse 4: J-Treds
[04:06.877]We do this one time so catch it, two of the illest and unsigned
[04:09.919]Lethal separate but combined, friction creates a frontline a rhyming
[04:13.082]Got you stepping, trying to evade us busting caps in your thoughts
[04:16.472]But now crossfire catching's added to your job skills
[04:19.182]Top of your resume
[04:20.299]Submitted applying, for lyric positions that we occupied yesterday
[04:23.620]But got the pink slip, labels on some not think shit
[04:26.411]Requiring, brain absence lobotomy reigns/rains, rapids
[04:29.170]That trap gets full, by J and El evasion tactics
[04:31.769]Our equations infinite, punks distorting random access
[04:34.637]Having half words recycling tracks like plastic, please forfeit
[04:37.473]Flipping the same script, I hope it has reinforcements, or else
[04:40.591]It's torn to pieces while our thesis is untouched
[04:43.058]Saved on my PC under the filename of Funcrush
[04:45.658]Megabytes bumrush, by one punch, upon my keyboard
[04:48.418]My data's the top secret that mad suckers will fiend for
[04:51.383]Come from the last two to be cut from Dream Team Three
[04:53.865]We be the ones who shine, prepare for butt, kickin
[04:56.793]Rarely benchwarming throwing down, all too often
[04:59.466]While others barely touch rim and that's when they're butt licking
[05:03.143]Outro: Announcer
[05:03.343]Done, job well done
[05:06.097]They know who we are, they know we know who they are
[05:09.708]They will fall, they are going to have to repeat
[05:13.800]Understand, they will no longer monopolize
[05:17.698]Time/Warner will fall, I'm proud of you, come home

作词 : Bigg Jus/El-P/ J-Treds
编曲 : El-P
Mr. Len, a.k.a. Space Ghost, please commence intro
Company Flow, perform, J-Treds, prepare
El-P, prepare, you have approximately five minutes
F**k the bulls**t, Time/Warner will fall
Record labels will fall, the Earth will crumble
Begin
Verse 1: El-P
Enter the all city access and encounter the likes of these
Regionally no one relaxes, action
No wonder I'mma type to crush contenders with pure chewing satisfaction
Pervade your ultraharmonic with the back of your whole mediocre faction
Sonic boom head zoom contact off antaxion
Elbowed with a vacuum kill deaf MC's with closed captions
Wind up in the willows, catch the whirling dervish
Or the dead and dumb millennium is at your service
Flow the plaque, instigate lyrics then backfile another MC
Who thought cause he was dipped in powder blue that he could rock past-el
Got your hip-hop essence out of the Cross Colours catalog
With analog technology
Ask L. Ron Hubbard to break down my Scientology
F**king up through the chest I bust insidious, Bad Touching
Boogie to break to bumrushing
Fresh thought tainted, vile fiend this track achieves
Pain penicillin, crack, and AZT couldn't relieve
Being Sizzlean I'll trim the fat like Susan Powters
Disrespectin burners like CAP, licking off shots from clock towers
Play ring around the dead nation
The Deadhead situation, situated to cease all creation
MC's are helpless like Godzuki, f****t like RuPaul
True to the new sensation f**k that whole wannabe gangster fascination
The illusion is broke, all c**k gobblers misspoke
And got the El-P rookie cards stuck in they bicycle spoke
For those VH-1 crystallized pseudo rip flows
Let the liquid tonic soak into the seam of your coat
Meet the professional dead or alive politic technician
Straight neck capital P for the deep throat d**kin'
I was that first monkey to touch the Monolith, delinquent
Up in that crack like white squall for the weekend
And I sunk your Battleship
Parked in a hot zone, bow to the ebola
Manifest brain tumors through the phone as you roam in your Motorolas
Verse 2: J-Treds
All hail, J and El the fans rise, we got the grand prize
Foes fantasize runner up, the closest they can see it because
Skills so lenient I've been boasting with half a flow
They can't handle the whole weight son, diagnosis, bulimic believe it
My best line, too advanced for Pop Warner
You got cornered scouting report, can't scramble in the clutch
But when I get down, it's third and inches threatening to score
How you gonna tackle the topic when you suck at two-hand touch
We're too damn much for your defense break you down, zone weakens
Words bring embarrassment, Captains look like third string in comparison
To this duo known to kick fat flow
And beat suckers straight up and down, Tic-Tac-Toe
Game over when I blow your mind, but then I aim low for explosive cuts
Verbal flamethrower, serving roasted nuts
As after battle snacks you wish you wore a cup in your panties
All you pu**ies in this rap game, time to up the ante
What's your fancy? Big time skills or small penny
Dead to latter my varsity letter, fatter than your JV
Only play with the big boys, toys bringing that weak s**t
Before the battle I hit em off with fat, ladies latest release on cassette
They were done from the start
Ran for the finish got detoured from the fast route by the number
One spot holder hold ground for our town, N.Y
For those who don't acknowledge they get left ass out like plumbers
Interlude: Announcer
Congratulations men, you have made it halfway
They are falling, their armies are retreating
The job is not over, you must continue, please move forward
El-P, bring out tactic evasion, start, summation equals now
Do not fail us, we're counting on you
Verse 3: El-P
For thoughts icy hot like three meals with a cot included
Where the Sidewalk Ends and all your linear math gets diluted
If and when he Star Spangled, packed a brand
Circular medicine and deject wreck-the-tangle
F**k Time/Warner and it's affiliates, for runnin' that wannabe Big Willie s**t
Leave those fancy clothes up to the Pope
List all personal possessions in your liner note
While I connect wreck genuinely cuttin' through these red ropes
Son grip the love spigot, yeah that's the ticket
This platoon pop 99 Luftballons
While the one hit blunderbuses exhaust like city buses
I bond, like resin cause for the sake of skill, lost and found
Found by DNA patterns to wish you could climb
Just a little girl around the way of my set, that's profound
Enter the evil opus, focus on rap scrambling
Record labels to expect not reaction is bad gambling
I know a few true that make we, collusion
El-P and J-Treds penetrate cranial intrusion
Verse 4: J-Treds
We do this one time so catch it, two of the illest and unsigned
Lethal separate but combined, friction creates a frontline a rhyming
Got you stepping, trying to evade us busting caps in your thoughts
But now crossfire catching's added to your job skills
Top of your resume
Submitted applying, for lyric positions that we occupied yesterday
But got the pink slip, labels on some not think shit
Requiring, brain absence lobotomy reigns/rains, rapids
That trap gets full, by J and El evasion tactics
Our equations infinite, punks distorting random access
Having half words recycling tracks like plastic, please forfeit
Flipping the same script, I hope it has reinforcements, or else
It's torn to pieces while our thesis is untouched
Saved on my PC under the filename of Funcrush
Megabytes bumrush, by one punch, upon my keyboard
My data's the top secret that mad suckers will fiend for
Come from the last two to be cut from Dream Team Three
We be the ones who shine, prepare for butt, kickin
Rarely benchwarming throwing down, all too often
While others barely touch rim and that's when they're butt licking
Outro: Announcer
Done, job well done
They know who we are, they know we know who they are
They will fall, they are going to have to repeat
Understand, they will no longer monopolize
Time/Warner will fall, I'm proud of you, come home