Left It to Us (feat. El-P, Aesop Rock, Tame One & Yak Ballz)

[Voices talking: hot bukakke session... I mean seriously... How many fucking times do we have to go through this shit?] I write left shit with my right spit on the mic twice Sleep on beef wake up to hammers like christ We some intellectual animals, destined a man-able giant Like we runnin through New York City in mechanical lions Yo I walk on glass chuckle city out of a miners lung Grasshopper keep a civil tongue where the passifiers plugged Shrug em off eye of tiger pen over the hideous Watch the gorilla in em slither back through the lineage I write left shit with my right brain Made eyeballs pop like bike chains in the right phase Dog, I got gat links connected to my arms like bat wings So each complete revolution of the bells is saddening Weathermen is not a crew it's a hot mind with guns up to it The last cats audio to-in it ruinin' your drumkit Vandals of society arsonist sheep in public We speak in reality tv and there are no writers touchin it And if the brick city was Compton I'd be OG Bobby Johnson on the loose Throwin up deuce at the first sign of a problem Weathermen filth nastiest black and blue braid and light base milk with lumps Bulked up for the last six months Yo the freak show veteran, bad to the skeleton I heard he's in the weatherman-oh god it's them again A weatherman can do no wrong no uniform Cut off three limbs with a new arm dead planet in its palm Flow some life in your rap one cross second Let me take you from your normally programmed shit record If you're into irony I brought the four four in the place While canvas nights paint the art of war in your face Hit that psycho stimuli that gets you hot happy and whistlin' And if I'm too bugged the feds are still listenin' You're flawed in the particles I'm a fuckin genuine article and you been reppin' shit marginal Partially I'm responsible I'm harsh to the bono and I'll acid wash your phono I swagger the injury shield cloak A flock of humming birds circle the same place I spoke Arena hollowed out drunk bombshells fell through the smoke Heal the pain of followers runnin through hell in shell toes And the award for scummiest ninja moment of the summer Goes to mister slip a mickey to christ at his own supper Who's talent turned chemical imbalance to vital cash crop While moonlighting as your local Eckhart Pharmacy mascot Boss Hogs dogs sniffin' out victims for the quota sorta rogue put a slip on the system throw the... WM's up for bounty hunters Paulie Junior mount the chrome bazookas on the Orange County Choppers Two dollar box cutters sharp with the game bustin through your cheek You keep the change representative tang weatherman gang - stop As the planet and the stars and the moons collapse It's this Cage, Aesop, El, Breeze Brew, Tame and Yak Pack it out early like winter for the brain I'mma stop like fish dinners with a jar of bizarre for the dip spinach The new left southpaws outlaws north to california Represent bent and put dents in your battle armor