El-P - Tragedy of War (In III Parts) lyrics

*Mr. Len cuts and scratches the phrase "Jus' style is infinite"* [Bigg Jus] Yo, yo, it stink like dead rappers, check it The re-birth, cyber warfare biological Delve into my Waterworld, overcome any obstacle In your bodyframe we're aimin for the jugular Kids take my styles like DEA to drug smugglers Jus the acquisite a prize, the lyrical shaman You ridin fat, hoochies tryin to glimpse the summit In the wintertime yo I be k**in Storm Troopers Cluein your crew in to exactly who done it Bigg Jus mind invention the king battle of epic proportions Lyrical intrigue, the master of contortion Optimized computerization virus Paradoxical acoustic sound bombing My complexity weaves fourth-dimensional in your mind Check the index under ego smashin Propaganda bashin, meetin the merciless Pry apart your bourgeoise industry functions Smoke the rhymes to give the microphone lung cancer You crabs is straight slummin A good investment, a high-yield earning Your high anxiety burning off the fumes from my burners My evil memoirs interleave intrigue To get more n***as high than Kilimanjaro Indelible confrontation be way out your league So say goodbye, to tomorrow like Key Otherwise or the king of action Packed like a liquor store auto when check cashin Never before, have you been able to witness So much cruelty, live and in color In the privacy, of your own home *Mr. Len cuts and scratches "painful"* *Mr. Len cuts and scratches "El P is here to spark it"* [El-P] Alright bring that down though One two.. When I walk I stomp out messages MC's with they holiday hollow chocolate mics appear festive Forbidden got a stomach full of pop rocks and thumbtacks ingested Deaded, similar to cold war Asians as a law can cost effective This mister wizard blitzed by the kilometer don't resist sh** alternative fuel combat conglomerates I'm on it like sh** is in a bag via colostomy Hostile macho stuck tryin to get his buck in a lottery I'm not dead pilot a cropduster ahead of resevoir bound Drop the payload, cargo packed by the Dow Jones' Got your holed up in a marble chest and rebels leak urine Your basic components of a mechanized style modular Fury has no pattern like the gain enslaves the shifty Quite simply for both king of panic, implode Bureacratic backers provoke my frantic rantings f** with up and comers like in my school is senseless We all felt pain arranged from migraines to chronic jaundice Stepped into the country bar flippin strictly ebonics Fell upon a M*A*S*H unit wounded I practically froze and felt stony, vision I suppose Memo track that's just trapped in Japanime and molested And can't recall the glance of the action was comfortable express Shots from the tachyon synchronized I settled directly down to it and studied for your demise Skeletal frames proceed to safe tree that was splashed The Jackson Pollack effect Without directly coordinating men it's jump Watership Down Dissension, to k** the pig and pay the rent invention