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Tasmanian Pain Coaster
El‐P
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Do you think that if you were falling in space
That you would slow down after a while, or go faster and faster?
Faster and faster
For a long time, you wouldn't feel anything
Then you would burst into fire, forever
And the angels won't help you, 'cause they've all gone away
(Uno, dos, uno, dos, tres, cuatro)
I seen this kid walking down the street
I was like, "Wait, wait, wait, wait"
Bumped into this kid I knew, he often'd walk strange
So I ignored the blood on his laces so this cat could save face
The dunks and the gaze stayed in an off-gray haze
And the lump in his pocket talked to the ox that he clutched safe
So I saluted him there, waiting for the A
Trapped on the empty platform, without the option to escape
Gave him the standard: "Yo, what up, man, how you landin'?"
And the hypnotized response was no surprise: "I maintain"
"Yeah, we all do, that's the standardized refrain
But on some really real, man, good to see you
Really, what the dealy deal?"
Oops, fuck, screwed the pooch, asked too much, knew the truth
On the train now, a caboose, in his brain now, no recluse
Eighty blocks to uptown spot, destination vocal booth
Metro card like: "You get what you pay for, stupid," no excuse
He pulled his hoodie off his cabbage, rugged practical
And began to fancy the words I mistakenly jostled loose
The stogie he brazenly lit where he sit looked legit
But when the flame touched on the tip
I could smell it's of another nit
He leaned his head back and inhaled the newpie dip and said
"The whole design got my mind cryin', if I'm lyin', I'm dyin', shit"
This is the sound of what you don't know, killin' you
This is the sound of what you don't believe, still true
This is the sound of what you don't want, still in you
TPC, motherfucker, cop a feel or two
This is the sound of what you don't know, killin' you
This is the sound of what you don't believe, still true
This is the sound of what you don't want, still in you
TPC, motherfucker, cop a feel or two (All aboard!)
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
(The whole design got my mind cryin')
The whole design got my mind cryin', if I'm lyin', I'm dyin'
If I'm dyin', I'm flyin', the same line, no disguise, guy, I'm bent up
Know the sky's high by coincidence, and I'm tied, blind, insignificant
To the ground function, I'm Munsoned
It's the dreaded 7-10 split again
The medic made it out to be, epidemic shaded, wow for me
Evidence of pressures mounting, residential shroud, Kings County
Brotherhood of the working wounded, wounded working city unit
Taking out the trash and strap it in, let's get it movin', stupid
Many men make moves more useless, use abuse quick, losers, juiceless
Bitch, either speak the truth, or you leave toothless
Two fists of the furiously ruthless
Justice for my very own amusement, with no regard for the conclusion
I swagger with rats (come on), tappin' the glass in a gov lab
Pass me the gloves, mask and flask of the cheapest liquor you have
In the back of the Tasmanian path, insane again, laughin'
Cacklin' at the randomness of the city and all its facts
The dark art of interrogation agent, skippin' class
And at last, in a flash, on my tiptoes, walkin' on cracked glass
Gats blast and whiz by fast
Or just catch in my calves like, "Hold that"
In other words, I'm trash, glad you asked
This is the sound of what you don't know, killin' you (Hey, hey, hey)
This is the sound of what you don't believe, still true (Hey, hey)
This is the sound of what you don't want, still in you (Hey, hey, hey)
TPC, motherfucker, cop a feel or two
This is the sound of what you don't know, killin' you (Hey, hey, hey)
This is the sound of what you don't believe, still true (Hey, hey)
This is the sound of what you don't want, still in you (Hey, hey, hey)
TPC, motherfucker, cop a feel or two
Your future's uncertain here now
The plot smears on the wall, wall
Said, your future's uncertain here now
The plot smears on the wall, no
Your future's uncertain here now
The plot smears on the wall, wall
Said, your future's uncertain here now
The plot smears on the wall, no
Your future's uncertain here now
The plot smears on the wall, wall
Said, your future's uncertain here now
The plot smears on the wall, no