March 9, 2012

El-P – “The Full Retard”

Dope first single from El-P’s Cancer for Cure album, which drops May 22 on Fat Possum.

Catch El-P at SXSW:
3/15 – Pitchfork Day Party @ Mohawk
3/16 – Biz3 Showcase @ 1100 Warehouse
3/17 – Thrasher/Converse Party @ Scoot Inn


got a strain un-contained that could turn parade zombie, walk with an army on me, stalked by the harm and armor posse,
prolly, got me, on a radar with a dot these, watching, plotting minions of the lower god scene,
shit hawks abound, in the town of bullet dodging I’m a rocky, run a hundred a mile before my coffee,
shitty little sick kid, the Gippers hitting for dolo now I’m rarified, signal lit verified bossy,
fuck your droid noise, void boys ‘noid ploy,
oi oi, i’ll rugby kick the shit out your groin boy
oi ve, the slayers of your harmony porn life, throat fuck your lucky day the flight of a torn kite
holy smokes, city blown to the bone the death server, fit a Heartz with a burner, whip to the church of murder sermon,
just a cassandra too drained to painfully word it further
future of a gerbil up ass of masochist thats my word up,

so you should pump this shit like they do in the future

pump this shit,
in your floating whip system
pump this shit,
in the bread line, the prison,
pump this shit,
from the chip under your wrist skin,

I am sam, i am known to go H.A.M., the full retard
playing taps on a keytar, in the Benz or the Beamer,
either, etherlicious or rebel yelling the theme of
son of forgotten freedom, rebel ariba riba
metal and man have melted, settle in to the FEMA, dream a,
your polluted house speaker, leader
yes indeed a, dawn of the dirt and doom draws nearer,
here’s a mirror mirror to peer, fear grows clearer,
steer a, path away from the panic of our era,
pyramided ocular, unlided insignia
weirder heres another burner born and big in ya
sector, rectified and fly sound selector,
I’m a, fucking ill, trill, kill at will etc.,
brooklyn to the basic DNA math measurer,
better leave the lion alone do not pet him he’ll
fuck start your burp hole, jet in burgundy pleather

so you should pump this shit like they do in the future
so you should pump this shit like they do in the future
so you should pump this shit like they do in the future
so you should pump this shit like they do in the future

where harmony and love reign
no longer do we live in a society bent on it’s own destruction
children of every race, creed and religion frollick through fields
of golden dandelions

those who know lust trust the flow is disgust touch, producto back rap rush, you’ll notice the lad crush.
im potent, intact, a black hearted and lunged up,
tarded and touched plus designer of funk rust,
oh el is back on that shit, huh? that Paincave Kid talk, at the end of the painbow, the permanant stain bop,
maligning my name will holy ark up your squads face, viewers of the divine rage learn to worship the hard way,
you get it? i don’t fade, just float where the poem slays, at home with a roach hazed, alone or with hoes great,
i called but got a tone better boat out the borough post haste,

5 Responses

  1. I finally listened to this.


    El’s upcoming solo album and that shit he’s doing with big Mike are sounding awesome so far.

  2. Man, this shit is killer! aha I keep thinking Cage is gonna slip in a quick verse at the end, that would have been fuckin sweet.