Vision of Art

[Intro] [Hook: El-P] You've got a very soft vision of art You've got a deficit disorder of heart Thes are the wings of an endangered drum pattern This is the flight of the hapless, you've got it all backwards [Verse 1: El-P] When Krush drops a fuckin' city buster, I call it the crowd rapist Ace of base shitty, compounded to drown faces Out of the ground basics, found in lost spaces Ashamed of its own bass-line traces (that's pure hatred) Perhaps the internet feeds your village fright (right) I got the double ox wingspan dragon archetype tonight The part that reflects light, the razor blade kite Fuck it the rugged word, my immortal beloved Got you suckin' off Muppet's for Bisquick and contracts and shit Printed on the back of Triscuits and served rectally (mumbling) What a difference indifference can make My bad chemistry chalks lines like little deranged johnny the terrain bum Borderline fuck ya sound-bombing I'm heated like broke days with nothing but noodle ramen and water Water tainted, complaint filed time to transfer Take me out, transfer denied, answer supplied as: Stab 'em through the nipples with they own bitchy as rim-shots I'm audio two basic combust with strange lust With modus operandum and balk the funcrush You box with soft touch, touched with soft tentacle Tickle me sickly, sedate my brain quickly So much slower the whole scenery seems Moving through plasticine brackets backwards After-burn full thrust monks react trackless Come to confront funk slugs with salt tactics Turn the Farrah Fawcett on and burn 'em in they mattress Then ashes float to heaven quicker than souls of children Murdered by a strange man in the basement of their building Time to build time to be brazen with cane raisin' The same faded disdain with a grain of insane patience Patent that, fire in the sky, cataract eyes This is nervous unnerving word-ship Reported fortnights of journey through warning you Secret pathfinder that cast of bad sitcom The laugh track added to the last cat shit on The audience claps like Dillenger gun masonic Rounds falling down, trample the trespass sound Ample distress, amp will get loud as Tourettes From banshee with a megaphone, me-me-me-me-mega???? Hold the frequency, hold it unevenly, unsheathe the Jihad blade And become animalistic Authority walks the plank, that's implicit The shambles of the gifted, dismantled and imprisoned This is just a cf thought car derailed and resold as old feelings To those with false motion All potion, pour to parched hearts open Casted out, sold out in the open DJ fuckin' Len will leave the boom box dead DJ Fuckin' KRUSH will make your children throw furniture Learning disabilities spring from the scene Like a recessive biter gene, ignited like a flare for all teams Tall beams broken, bring down the foundation Found in a pool of cess where the worms unnerve stations FM is just a feminine breaks on rotation Company Flow hold the mic naked, famous Aside from murder touch, fuck with the once known divine style Dummy droid noise for bad cats and basset I enter like Aslan, demented and god-like Odd mic clutched and chucked at glass structure Sided to the funk with a working class rupture Eat at that party of martyrs and pump action Something to funk thumps with blood and duck fashion Techno-spawn the last long-cock rhymer Get with it, space-ghost the force soul weapon Get with it, get got or got missing [Hook: El-P] You've got a very soft vision of art You've got a deficit disorder of heart These are the wings of an endangered drum pattern This is the flight of the hapless, you've got it all backwards