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El-P

El-P (originally known as El Producto, born Jaime Meline, March 2, 1975) is an American hip hop artist and entrepreneur from Brooklyn, New York City. Originally a member of Company Flow, El-P has been a major driving force in alternative hip hop for over a decade. He is the co-founder, owner and CEO of the Definitive Jux record label. El-P is also a member of the Weathermen and art collective Cardboard City. more »

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2012

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They wanna kill you, you're the cancer, you're the fucking problem
You're the pollution, you're the issue, and they wanna solve it
They wanna kill you, you're the cancer, how's that make you feel?
I should have stayed asleep, waken up and get you killed

Hope in the throws, cope or choke on the holes
Pokers roast in the coals, misanthropic and cold (in the world)
In a bug's life scurry under scope with the mold
Hold position or fold, no intermission it rolls (in the world)
On and on and on and off we just unos and o's froze
Petrified living hidden sowed in the code (in the world)
The longest walk off the plank that's ever ranked in your soul
This is not what you chose, case open and closed (in the world)
Stuck on mega lit blocks, feathered tarred and detoxed
From the sox to the cockler tied up tethered and boxed
Just a helena with legs, framing the painting of dregs
F*ck your complaining I'm fresh
I’m tainted pain in the flesh
I’ll see you

Spit with an illy alien flex, 3 titty’d martian of text
That ugly grey riding a huffy over city with friends (in the world)
Live wrong and prosper's the mantra they try to drill in the head
4 out of 5 babies in graves agree the scene is of dread (in the world)
Seemingly seams that were woven have ripped, threaded but slipped
Like charlie o kilo echo sniffing dripping out red (in the world)
Shoot for the stars hit the roof, jump for the shark get a tooth
Reach for the flowers get thorny, warning their powers in bloom (in the world)
Pardon the fuzz I'm distorted, contorted, pardon the hiss
Don't let them henson me, enter me and control how I twitch
They say the holiest shit until flames around them get lit
Then costanza the crowd of children.. kick a baby to live
I’ll see you

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