Yo, yo, yo
Number 45
Check it out, how many people will be trusted by El-P
Check it out, my man Len, maybe Elijah (oh, yes)
Got Bigg Jus and DJ Mr. Len (oh, yeah)
Mr. El-P (...)
Gimme some of that pimp shit
Check it out

I guess I'm so more good than bad
In this life I've had with my peoples
Metaphors form my point like church steeples disgusted (?)
Treat my peoples like pea-balls that tick you

And kick to the curb to serve herbs
Trying to form people in my cypher
Keeping it real as a masthead
If you simulate moves you get simulated friends too

Wait, one, two, listen all the mish off my ends
But I'm a hard nose, lyrical deleter
So treat me like a buster, I can see your fractals
Blow up the spot like a faggot and sun splats

Now, that's fearsome
But I could spare some
Couldn't escape the deadly clutches of fate
So what the fuck makes you think you'll live forever
I'll make in him my fairly act blood clot to get my name intact (?)
Number one, ill-self, mess up again
Pump it fatter than the yoda
Hard, cuz if we're gonna keep it better

That's a good place to start
Unlike some songs, using pimps as a ruler to dominate
The crowd and ever fading your friends
This shit is wacking, but who's around swings right back

That's why I keep it on the level
And my name's intact

Cause I know
People are shady
And if you're fucking with some snakes
Then you gonna get burned, so I learn
People are shady
The hard way, the hard way

Well, it's an architype sent from hell
Well, it's an architype sent from hell
Well, it's an architype sent from hell
You know the people waiting in the wings
Just to see their shit go well
Well, stop hates about what snakes make
And made amongst the young
Turn your back, blink your eyes and they're grown to higher-levels
Back-board is born
True devils get burst in the alabaster

Fucking with their dark master
Trying to suck the numbers out my math
I'll slice ya, don't pierce the tuber (?)
So you couldn't know what happened, bullshit

Perpendicular to misery's ways
Playing checkers with Stephen King-um
And now I even bring him into my mental
The fat instrumental, got yanked out of school

Like a poor-formed mental
And I was out on my own but not homeless
Peace-of-mindless, got my GED
Cause I'm not freaking spineless

Now I got a beard like Lincoln
Trying to fuck with the program
Their shit's dead and stinking
So prepare for the awe
Damage your momma doctor
Not your mom's fucker
But drop the megaton, sucker
Stay for your metaphors

The next chores
The vexer gets you opened
Like a herpes simplex sore

Cause I know
People are shady
And if you're fucking with some snakes
Then you gonna get burned, so I learn
People are shady
The hard way, the hard way

Now, tell me, who's trying to penetrate my cypher on some bullshit
When I say trust
You know you gots to say noone
Trust noone, trust noone

I put my finger in your head
And bang the beat on your ear-drum
I used to have more trust to give up
Stomping thru the battlegrounds

Hella that grill smoke is still broke
Sweats like vietnam vets
Watching full metal-jacket and platoon
Temple features, villainous creatures

Sucking dicks up in the bleaches
Just to get ahead for (?) (selling apples?)
Ooh, yo, why don't you steal it for real
But I'm a terminal illness

Flesh-eating virus, 2.40 dime El-P
Yo Mr. Len DJ
#1 come again what you say

Bigg Jus
People are shady
Cause I know
People are shady
And if you're fucking with them snakes
Then you gonna get burned, so I learn
People are shady
The hard way, the hard way

Cause I know
People are shady
And if you're fucking with them snakes
Then you gonna get burned, so I learn
People are shady
The hard way, the hard way

You understand what I'm saying
No more bullshit
No more penetration of the cypher
Don't you fuck with us, bullshit
Who the fuck are you
My shit, my kingdom, Company Flow, you know what I'm saying