[Intro]
Come on!

[Verse 1: El-P]
Front the basic born a bastard, 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 bitch 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 fucking crew yaps on (Yap yap yap yap)
So slide the fuck 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 fucking 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 bitch, 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 bitch, black hole (This is fucking 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 bitch, 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 bitch, black hole (This is fucking cronked)