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Population Control Lyrics

[El-P]
You and your whole f***** canned groove it'll end tepid
So when I Pearl Harbor don't let me catch you intrepid
I'm tellin you the wishbone been broke in my favor, crumbcake your mistake
Enterprise and see Indelible, the number one feel-bad crew of the season
Just give me one reason to splash
I shall lower the flag half mast, take time to wallow
Company Flow the toughest p**** sucky sucky
So of course in an attempt to defend you end up unkempt
Plus this Agent get Orange
E-L-P-F-C-F rock for you

First cousin to sleep, red dye number five be the potion
Enter subterrean water from gem of fate like stop motion
Best to get ak-a-nickulous
Our masks aren't intangible
Auto man verse mandible
We answer to no one, we 911
Silent alarm this is harm fear the duck of learning
El-P phase through these walls like vision
Choked in the shallow water, a bad executive decision
Release the crack and please put down your skin flutes
How could ya... m************ think ya...
To this mercenary sunblock 2000 burner
All of your knowledge is truant
Unlearn all of the s***
Then in overtime you become fluent, sell the f***** store
After I present enter the spectrum your career's never no more
Enter the r*****
And at twilight we'll skip stones and laugh about your poems
But a blood-red book when the others got funcrushed is a spot
The terror fabulously gets hot
Co Flow mossie, Walt Disney meets Kaiser Soze
There will be no grand comebacks unless Lazarus or Kotter
Inflicted b**** styles indicate with stigmata
when locked in a box but you can't say Jack
Trying to paint them f****** red doors black
Like that spilled milk spoiled
While Bill Gates and Ted Turner rub each other down with olive oils
Company Flow, f*** please
b**** put away the f***** piteous punchlines
Blue Blockers break under the red light, belittled by my design
I don't try to be different I am
So inevitably my style will survive when your now turns to then
El-P, vastly c***aphobic
3-2-1 Contact, never no more that's the promise
You hold toast, well I hold Thomas
Golden nooks and crannies
Win my ticket raffled off the recycled thought shoppin spree winner
Congratu-f******-lations, I dropped it now you got it
But it's only a matter of time before Waldo gets spotted
Pulled out of the crowd and martyred, a good old fashioned stonin
My children, the professional has left the f***** buildin
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