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Track: Oh Hail No (feat. Mr. Motherfucking Exquire & Danny Brown)
Artist: El-P
Album: Cancer 4 Cure

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Name: El-P
Spotify Genres: experimental hip hop
Followers: 198,361
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Born March 4th, 1975 in Brooklyn, New York. EL-P, aka El Producto, is one of hip-hop's most obstinate and adventurous pioneers, combining a mid-'80s lo-fi old school aesthetic with a progressive rock musician's inclination to push boundaries. He has never succumbed to the whims of corporate hip-hop, instead choosing to pursue his own decidedly uncommercial leanings. In the mid-'90s, he developed a strong reputation with the groundbreaking trio [a12470], a band whose achievements include the first LP, [Link], on [l1216], a label that is considered by many the best label for intelligent hip-hop. Over the group's auspicious stint together, he proved he was himself capable of intense lyricism and sonic production so powerful it could stand on its own. In the latter part of the '90s, El-P was also a collaborator with [a3270], [a5648], and [a24205]. In 2001, after releasing one last album with Harlem rappers [a28077], the group chose to amicably pursue their own directions. El-P has started his own label, [l23482], and was also selected to work on former [a12212] frontman [a64348]'s first solo album. Somehow he found the time to work on his own solo release during all of this, [Link], which saw the light of day in May of 2002.

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LYRICS

[El-P]
Ever notice when you talk I just cut myself?
On some ultimate f*ck you, go f*ck yourself
Like that was so heartfelt, you really touched yourself
I loved the part where you cried, I liked nothing else
Who me? Every breath is a criminal, critical breach
Bloody guns, speech, beat minimalisimo
Make you spin like you sniffing that god particle
That purple cloak of the dusk, an odd article
Originator decay, caterwaul brand, dawn treader rising
Hollow man bop, gliding
Shuffle through the tides of slime smiling
Could be the high or just mind control dying
F*ck it throw me on the problem pile
I'm a grin from the garbage, stained parchment
Peeking out of my blinds in the apartment
Waiting for that "Hark hear that archangel calling?"

[Hook]
Pocket full of air plus nothing to wear
I've been told I was put here to fail
Never ask me to hail
Never ask me to hail
Never ask me to hail
I'm strapped in shaved head in an electric chair
With a grin going out with a flair
Never ask me to hail
Never ask me to hail
Never ask me to hail

[Mr. Mutherf*ckin' eXquire]
Jesus turned water to wine, I turn liquor to urine
Sex with one whore is deplorable I need four at a time
Maybe I'm lost in the grind, conscious of all I desire
Forcibly caused to be normal, bonded and tossed in the fire
Cross hairs of corporate design, cogs that all move in align
Meant to be something other than this but I think I forgot
Shyamalan twist in the plot, Camelot sword from the rock
No I won't piss in your pot, life put that bishop in pac
Visceral, villainous, vindicated by venomous vibes
Vicious, concealing, my mental illness by willing a smile
Endless, intentions to climb, uphill and piss in the sky
(Brooklyn is up in this motherf*cker so suck on our) cock

[Hook]
Pocket full of air plus nothing to wear
I've been told I was put here to fail
Never ask me to hail
Never ask me to hail
Never ask me to hail
I'm strapped in shaved head in an electric chair
With a grin going out with a flair
Never ask me to hail
Never ask me to hail
Never ask me to hail

[Danny Brown]
Check! The natural magician, these rappers' nutrition
I'm sh*tting on their writtens while I'm pissing on their freestyles
My patterns are argyle, your's more checker board
My lecture is Lector, your texture is pocket protector
With techniques I take off your sector
Inspector Gadget with the ratchet
B*tch won a beauty pageant, bought her ass a rabbit
But not a furry bunny b*tch I'm all about these moneys
Ah! Tummy empty and I'm dazed when sunny
So I had to sell crack 'cause I ain't wanna be bummy
Granny gave me couple dollars while she played gin and rummy
Off that Mobb Deep sh*t had me saying dunny
Done. This n*gga here is not a dummy
Look at all that he has done, you n*ggas feeling crummy
Gummy bear you running where?
It's like a fat b*tch running a hundred stairs
I'm Rick Flair, with thick hair
Yelling out "Woo!" getting head in the director's chair