Drones Over Bklyn - El-P

You better stay aloof when the troops move or suicide booths soothe

The who’s who of looters shoot, the bullets go zoom zoom

Your pain is the porn, pal, they pay to pop plain shit

It’s faded, it’s more foul than famous, it’s hot sin

Hollywood off the bus fucked, tender little destruct tucked

In the waist with a gold face, feed the greedy with dum dums

You and me in the butane, supe a lame and he puffs up

Little dragons of fad rap, suture their face the fuck up

Walk in the zone or get less, wake in the fog of fright night

Eat where the sifters sell trash, sleep where the orphan’s hell hatched

Pardon me son I’m zoned out, cloned out

No doubt home is, blowed out

Sold out without extra man bonus

Tragedy smurf smirks, a middle man’s shirt bursts

Wetted up, wet work, you get it up, get murked

A wabbit in crosshairs, mechanical fox hunt

Be quiet they’re hunting now, the method is awesome

And I can see them in my eyes when they’re closed, I can feel them at night

I can feel them plot a course through the sky, I believe in their flight

Drones over Brooklyn

Dr-Drones over Brooklyn

Drones over Brooklyn

Dr-Drones over Brooklyn

Drones over Brooklyn

Dr-Drones over Brooklyn

Drones over Brooklyn

Dr-Drones over Brooklyn

Drones over Brooklyn

Dr-Drones over Brooklyn

Drones over Brooklyn

Dr-Drones over Brooklyn

Drones over Brooklyn

Dr-Drones over Brooklyn

Drones over Brooklyn

Dr-Drones over Brooklyn

You can hear calico ultimate point at you

Click clack and back 'em to bunny dust point of view

Hardy har, funny stuff, tough cookie boy

I’ll be sure to bring my bitch-bib-sloppy-eat-flop-around-clown-shoe getup

Kids sing along, this is all we have left bitch, sing a song

I was born conjoined to howlers of the siren age

Lion cage meat life sacrifice, nothing left

Tell me if it matters that I sing it wrong

Another DJ yells «Lick the balls»

Another Brooklyn kite delivered in his crooked paws

I’d sooner wash my dick in acid than ask what you think

I’ll fuck myself with a stun gun before gassing your team

You patch me in and I’ll dumb out with a channeled disease

It sucks to be nothing, nobody struts when they’re down on their knees

This whole rackets for the bees, fuck my life already

Fuck the law, fuck the sun, say goodnight already

You fucking spam-bots selling shit, alright already

We get it you getting that fetti, oh Jesus Christ already

And I can see them in my eyes when they’re closed, I can feel them at night

I can feel them plot a course through the sky, I believe in their flight

Drones over Brooklyn

Dr-Drones over Brooklyn

Drones over Brooklyn

Dr-Drones over Brooklyn

Drones over Brooklyn

Dr-Drones over Brooklyn

Drones over Brooklyn

Dr-Drones over Brooklyn

Drones over Brooklyn

Dr-Drones over Brooklyn

Drones over Brooklyn

Dr-Drones over Brooklyn

Drones over Brooklyn

Dr-Drones over Brooklyn

Drones over Brooklyn

Dr-Drones over Brooklyn