Testo Run The Numbers - Aesop Rock feat. El-P
Testo della canzone Run The Numbers (Aesop Rock feat. El-P), tratta dall'album I'll Sleep When You're Dead
Two out of the five of these fuses are wired live
If I wanna survive, I gotta (Find those detonators)
Broken and bleeding, write a dash to the Brooklynite vagrant
Half a robotic, my V.I.P. bonafide while aging
Randall tarantula known to handle the face of drunken
Drifting on city park benches under the frisky tungsten
Son of urban confusion, hash in a pit with a brute's lips
Put the stogie out of my palm and then grin, I'm the buddhist
Serotonin efficient, living a poisonous promise
The poison dart club of unemployable liar squadrons
Silly peasant, pathetic, plus dirty money to agents
Okay dystopia, these fuckers are ripe for containment
Half dead man style, ever ready to love my leader
Servitude is contagious (Find those detonators)
E.C.W.M., a rain of the dead confetti
The laughing stock of the karma-corrupted and pathetic
Trapped in an industry partly magnet of larceny
Cast in the news revision, our bops are retardantly ardent
Ask me about our specials, I'd go for the razor chicken
Hopeless delivery radius split a Gracie mansion
Fly the curmudgeon banner, my liberty army cheering
Limbo the philistine art police on the armor piercing
Park in the garden weasel, he's usually mucho woozy
Googly viewing for your pseudo bookie, you so stupid
Moody mammal division where the bill is better fitted
The world is yours, money, now (Find those detonators)
Sum of the city, pissy, itching in lottery numbers
My phony thieves enjoy your bank with a property owners
We were probably stony-eyed, a glassy gang face
Still saved the princess with no slippage in the frame rate
Get which way through the muzzled tussle with the gimme, gimme
Nothing in common with prominent modern city envy
Suddenly bloodied up, what a seedy media frenzy
I found a cure for cancer, but it wasn't radio friendly
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Find those detonators
Now's the fucking time
Burn the building down
Show me what it sounds like to organize when you're booming loud
Now's the fucking time
It's getting potent
Sucking
Down at the labor camp, they make us loner men
Mama's boy once, but now I learned to speak Draconian
And this is all for you, another tattered kite
I'll thrill it 'til this is a beautiful and tragic night
All I covet is honor, reefing in murky waters
And barely brink when piranha teeth turn my hand to shwarma
You bad man, buddy, animal here to tag me
Did you get calls and calls to kid cops and the flag he bragged me
Tragedy man Cassandra, actually raised by women
My father skated, but he left me with latent addictions
One of the breed of pop ya, I wouldn't dare to lecture
I don't know how to lead, there's gotta be somebody better
Weak and an easy species dreaming of future faders
See where the suture stitches didn't slip, I'm with you, baby
Let's get obnoxious with it, I wanna know what brave is
I'm tired of sitting here pretending I'm not fucking dangerous
Sitting on the front line, you can hear the soldiers sing
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Find those detonators
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Find those detonators
What happened? What happened?
Let's pull the trigger
What happened? What happened?
Degradation
What happened? What happened?
Let's pull the trigger
What happened? What happened?
It always comes back to a bush
Two were the haunted vessels that miraculously aimed
Three were the holy carcasses that started up in flames
One and two had a patsy that was factually plain
Seven out of envy must've wanted just the same
And at 6.5 seconds, science floated out to space
On the most virginal of physics, drifted a truly wondrous day
And if the party tells me five fingers and five is what I'll say
No matter that the four displayed are waving in my face
Two were the haunted vessels that miraculously aimed
Three were the holy carcasses that started up in flames
One and two had a patsy that was factually plain
Seven out of envy must've wanted just the same
And at 6.5 seconds, science floated out to space
On the most virginal of physics, drifted a truly wondrous day
If the party tells me five fingers and five is what I'll say
No matter that the four displayed are waving in my face
No matter that the four displayed are waving in my face
No matter that the four displayed are waving in my face
No matter
And we were standing here when there was some sort of
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Writer(s): Jaime Meline
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