[El-P:]
A little toast to the no ones
With a nod to the masses,
To the ones with the riches
From the ones who the rags fit.
A little smoke for the gone boys,
A little nod to the spirits,
We still here runnin round screaming,
They're still here pointing and laughin.
Don't walk away when I talk,
I'm tellin you,
“Turn around, mister!»
I got a permanent bop,
Who the hell do I think I am not?
And I'm twice as hot as about half of hell,
I get lighthouse lit up,
Get down, Diduck,
The boy got a barracuda bite, you can tell.
[Killer Mike:]
Got hope for the living,
Got prayers for the dead
In the sky, got whiskey and rye for the voices in my head,
Got kush for the pain
Cause the world is dangerous,
Driven great men insane,
Anchor themselves with angel dust.
Somewhere between love and lust
A nut get bust
And a baby get made,
It seems that trouble trouble us and follow us like all our days,
In every holy book it says we suffer, that's what it is,
So riddle me this, from the womb to the tomb, why do we fight to live?
[El-P:]
A little toast to the no ones
With a nod to the masses,
To the ones with the riches
From the ones who the rags fit.
A little smoke for the gone boys,
A little nod to the spirits,
We still here runnin round screaming,
They're still here pointing and laughin.
[Killer Mike:]
Got hope for the living,
Got prayers for the dead
In the sky, got whiskey and rye for the voices in my head,
Got kush for the pain
Cause the world is dangerous,
Driven great men insane,
Anchor themselves with angel dust.
[El-P:]
You say you wanna be my leader,
I think you wanna be my God, you say u on the side of the righteous,
I say I'm gonna hang with the wrong.
There's truth where the filth is,
There's lies in the law,
You want a whore with a white dress,
I want a wife in a thong.
You love fear and division?
Ain't fuck with your symbolism,
I don't give a fuck about power,
I'll pluck an eye out a pyramid,
Cut an ear from a mouse hat, go Van Gogh on a house rat, find another mind to devour, motherfucker, I'm really not hearin it!
[Killer Mike:]
A pope is a fraud,
A church is a lie,
A queen is the same damn thing,
You should pray to your fake god that she die.
God really exists? I'll tell you like this:
It reside inside,
And anybody tell you different, just selling you religion, tryin to keep your ass in line.
I kill my masters,
I mentor none,
That means when I die, that's it,
My style is gone. I'm a one of one,
One half of the great RTJ,
Defeated the odds, went to war with the gods,
Earned all our scars and came back straight.
[El-P:]
A little toast to the no ones
With a nod to the masses,
To the ones with the riches
From the ones who the rags fit.
A little smoke for the gone boys,
A little nod to the spirits,
We still here runnin round screaming,
They're still here pointing and laughin.
[Killer Mike:]
Got hope for the living,
Got prayers for the dead
In the sky, got whiskey and rye for the voices in my head,
Got kush for the pain
Cause the world is dangerous,
Driven great men insane,
Anchor themselves with angel dust.