We Can Build You lyrics

[Intro]
Come on!

[Verse 1: El-P]
Front the basic born a bast*rd, combat or suffer Aladdin
Perhaps that very basic companion to damage tantrum
Spread em out, hmm those are the ways of mostly broken things arched out
Parked in a place a city token burn a motive

I'm rolling for [?] tongues folded
Elastic veterans crazy with a revenge reference
You cast the hands or walk the cliff?
Kids are b*tch babies skipped across innocence

El Palmer, palm the hottest rocks
[?] lobbies
If it's not the hardest bit to split from the yеti bark bodies
Running naked or archery practicе to throw the animate target off

This might be [?] digital transit blackout
Raised around the Decepticons, Air Force black on black swoosh ever stepped upon
Rap along with me, slowly at a pace that's made for particular flame entry

I'm truly one of the circuits that every f*cking crew yaps on (Yap yap yap yap)
So slide the f*ck up to animal tech, try a dress on (Uh uh uh)
You think it's human, or dreamed in above with serpents
The plumage of wasted bricks that don't stick to my brain burns
I called it out, revolution, now f*cking falling out
Follow death scatter electric urbanite [?] shatter
I'm stomping the spotlight, what? Dusty (What!)
They couldn't resist my cannibal kids catapult up (Wait wait)

[Chorus]
Hold on hold up hold up hold on
Here hold this, black hole (What?)
Hold on hold up hold up hold on
Here hold this b*tch, black hole

Hold on hold up hold up hold on (Here!)
Here hold this, black hole
Hold on hold up hold up hold on (Man hold up)
Here hold this b*tch, black hole (This is f*cking cronked)

[Verse 2: Vast Aire]
Yo we them techno animals
On weekends I hold classes for NASA, show them who rocks it
The beat so mechanical it's like I gotta flow with words
But I can't stop the force it, cannonballs and mangle you
Even though I got a pack of evolving Pokemon in my pocket
And if that doesn't handle you, I guess it's time to go to through your TV like Spacely Sprocket

Now how's that reasonable? The Gods playing a game of nine ball with the Earth in the corner pocket
Your attitude's predictable, so sad and melancholic, to speak is a plugging love brolic
Minimize your trouble and respect the idealist start bubble of a techno animal
[Chorus]
Hold on hold up hold up hold on
Here hold this, black hole (What?)
Hold on hold up hold up hold on
Here hold this b*tch, black hole

Hold on hold up hold up hold on
Here hold this, black hole (Man)
Hold on hold up hold up hold on
Here hold this b*tch, black hole (This is f*cking cronked)