HideYaFace (El-P mix)
Prefuse 73 feat. Ghostface and El‐P
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Yo this is Ghostface Theodore, I'm magically suspicious
Police try to get money and sell my pictures
To the star ledger, inquirin' minds wanna know
How pretty Tone get robes as soft as snow
Where the bird go, that shit flew south for the winter
While my piece hold a face the size of plates at dinner
Was Masquerade a true story, what happened to the Klan
Did I really dodge death, am I the true Iron Man?
Yo this is Laserface, up with the Funk Crusher dance to this
I leg sweep your running man stance with my contaminants
(Big Dat) hardly arty semi-retardedly brawny
Ungodly, shop with me, put holes in your body heat
(Banger) abort your eminence front with coat hanger then
Limp off of the set of the altercation without anger
(Oh is that the shit you runnin' with)
A quick bitch with a pair of scissors
Cook coke for the Brooklyn World Pope and Tony the Iron Wizard
You've been lyin' to the fans on your tapes
(Hide your face, hide your face)
Just because radio will play you doesn't mean that you great
Baby heads talkin' shit in my face
(Hide your face, hide your face)
Motherfucker we hold the legends every breath that we take
You ridin' dirty with your man in the place
(Hide your face, hide your face)
Grab your seat belt and make sure to keep it light on the brakes
You've been drafted by the United States
(Hide your face, hide your face)
You'll wind up gunnin' at a job for another man and his hate
Oh great
(Hide your face, hide your face)
The Broanicktown Barrister, bastard bent of calamity
Rap marriage of fever and malt liquid stick in your character
Pennin' obituaries with a Krylon scepter
Last of the unforgiven, spittin' insanity lectures
(From where) from the era of a Dapper Dan texture
The bully pullin' on Lucy nookie from the BK sector
(Oh is that the shit you runnin' with) yeah bitch with a broken collar
Part of the ox that's pulled from the
Mailroom supervisor on my last job
Yo it's Tony Starks, the Wallabee Clarks, the fly minks
The first nigga to pop them yellow bottles for drinks
Big links only built for deep codes, I peep hoes
You God damn right I fuck fans and get G rolls of spinach
Red like the Pillsbury dough, I got a red-nosed pig
With the high pro glow, my hydro flow
I got a lot that y'all don't know
Watch when the Enterprise go public and Starks just blow