Run The Numbers - El-P, Aesop Rock

Two out of the five of these fuses are wired live

If I wanna survive I gotta

FIND THOSE DETONATORS!

Broken and bleeding writer dash of the brooklynite vagrant

Half a robotic monkey ugly born of viral agent

Vandal tarantula know to handle the phaser drunken

Scripted on city park benches under the fritzy tungsten

Son of urban confusion hatched in a pit where the brutes live

Put the stogie out in my palm and then grin (I'm the rudest)

Serotonin deficient living the poisonous promise

The boys and girls club of unemployable liars squadren

Silly peasant pathetic plus dirty mutt of the ages

OK dystopia, these fuckers are ripe for containment

Half dead man slut ever ready to love my leader

Servitude is contagious (FIND THOSE DETONATORS!)

CCWM a rain of the dead confetti

The laughing stock of the karma corrupted emissaries

Captain of industry, partly magnet of larcen, arsony

Captured in loser-vision I bop so retardedly artily

Ask me about our specials, I’d go for the razor chicken

Hope his delivery radius play to Gracie Mansion

Fly the curmudgeon banner, my liberty army cheering

Limbo the philistine art police on the armor piercing

Marker to garden weasel, he’s usually mucho woozy

Brutally feuding, call your Pluto, Goofy, Cujo, Snoopy

Moody mammal division, Weatherville is better faded

The world is yours, money, now (FIND THOSE DETONATORS!)

Some of the city pissy, itchin' them lottery numbers

My 40 thieves enjoy your banquet of property owners

We were probably stoney eye to glassy game face

Still save the princess with no slippage in the frame rate

Chew his way through the muzzle, tussle with the 'gimme gimme'

Nothing in common with prominent modern city envy

Subtly bloodied up, what a seedy media frenzy

I found a cure for cancer but it wasn’t radio friendly

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah

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FIND THOSE DETONATORS!

«Nows the fucking time»

Burn the building down, show me what it sounds like to organize and get really

loud

«Nows the fucking time»

Lets get it movin, you suckers

Down at the labor camp, they make a drone of men

Mamas boy once but now I’ve learned to speak draconian

And this is all for you, another tattered kite

I feel it too this is a beautiful and tragic night

All I covet is honor, reaching in murky waters

And barely blinked when piranha teeth turned my hand to schwarma

Your bad land buddy, animal ear they tagged me

Digi the cause acoster kid capture the flaggy braggy

Tragedy man Cassandra, actually raised by women

My father skated but he left me with latent addiction

One of the breed of bonkers, I wouldn’t dare to lecture

I don’t know how to lead, there’s got to be somebody better

Weak in the kneesy species, dreaming of future faded

Seen where the suture stiches nitted, slipped?

I’m with you baby

Lets 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 lines you can hear the soldiers say…

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah

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Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah (FIND THOSE DETONATORS!)

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Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah (FIND THOSE DETONATORS!)

«What happened what happened?»

«Degradation, degradation»

«What happened what happened?»

«Explosion Explosion Explosion»

«What happened what happened?»

It always comes back to a bush

2 were the haunted vessels that miraculously aimed

3 were the holy carcasses that started up in flames

1 and 2 had a patsy the was factually plane

7 out of envy must have wanted just the same

And in 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 5 fingers then 5 is what I’ll say

No matter that the 4 displayed are waving in my face

No matter that the 4 displayed are waving in my face

«And, and we were standing here when… when there was some sorta»