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El-P - Drones Over Brooklyn - 2011

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Uploaded on Aug 29, 2011

From his forthcoming album, a visual compliment to El-P's Drones Over Brooklyn. It's an absolutely superb track with amazing production. El Producto is a God in the music industry. I can't wait to hear the new album. Thanks to El-p and Adult Swim for this.
DRONES OVER BKLYN lyrics




you better stay aloof when the troops move or suicide booths sooth, the whos who of looters shoot the bullets go zoom zoom, your pain is the porn pal, they pay to pop plain shit, its faded its more foul than famous its hot sin,

holly wood off the bus fucked, tender little destruct tucked, in the waist with a gold face, feed the greedy wit 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 sifters sell trash, sleep were the orphans hell hatch. pardon me son im zoned out, cloned out, no doubt home is, blowed out, sold out without extra man bonus

tragedy smurf smirks, a middle mans 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

dones over bklyn,




you ca hear calico ultimate point at you

click clack and back em to bunny dust point of view, hardy har funny stuff tough cookie boy, ill 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,

id sooner wash my dick in acid than ask what you think, id fuck myself with a stun gun before gassing your team, you patch me in and ill 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 sellin shit alright already, we get it you're gettin 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

dones over bklyn,

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