The song lyrics were written by the band Van Halen, as they were asked to write a song for the 1979 movie "Over the Edge" starring Matt Dillon. The movie (and the lyrics, although more obliquely) are about bored, rebellious youth with nothing better to do than get into trouble. If you see the movie, these lyrics will make more sense. It's a great movie if you grew up in the 70s/80s you'll definitely remember some of these characters from your own life. Fun fact, after writing the song, Van Halen decided not to let the movie use it.
Shutup yo, yo, yo, yo
My life's not right [check one]
My life's not right [check two]
My life's not right [check three]
Are you ready?
(You know this was supposed to be for my album tho?)
(Oh whateva)
(Its okay)
When I send a sickness (ease down) dark soldiers
Fallin' in with flying debris
And bad programs of landmines
That remind me of the sexiest of slow jams
I pull a Glock or fiver murder the group by numbers
I was nursed by the biggest of buildings
And had the sonic volcanic cap
That the butcher have attached to his dead mother
Now this material might walk with a twitch and live for the twisted shit
Images of boy scouts getting pistol whipped
Electronic talents fold
The realest television is the one that talks out loud to you
When the plug is corroded out
And they say productivity is up this month but I've lost my passion
Sick of waiting in line for my weekly chocolate ration
Its bad health and industrial sadness
Never helped by tofu franks or sadistic maggots
This addiction is more random
I walk door to door Mormon style spitting my sick tantrums
Because I wasn't born handsome
Now that my life's complete with a capacity to push greatness buttons
With beats that have to be registered
As sex offenders represented to the public
I'll exfoliate your face with the acid inside my stomach
Binge and purge, we live in thirty second blurbs
And if consumers stopped existing we'd forget how to use words
Just fuckin' eat each other til the next ice age occurs
Or at the source awards scratchin' our heads like "what happened??"
If the kids would've disclosed that you all lost if you just ask them
Out to plant life that sits and looks pretty
To attract curious intersection angels when in the city
That's below any self-respecting actress in a German schiester film
Who gobbled doggie dick and human feces
My fingers tap buttons with sanctified awareness
From heart scan to pulse readings
This a voice from a dead dimension without astral projection
The sluggish rugged discuss bunk that hovers
Acme lab rat escape barely breathing through the heating vents
I'll try to come back for my family before the poison feeding commence
But if I should exhaust God's patience on someone better take my place nigga
Tell 'em it's the love that got me this far
And it's in my dreams I see their faces and
Murderers is like handles that clap sandals
Hand sand off tools and I can't stand on two
Amped off booze wheelie with my ankle bruised
On the block silly with a mint ellie
Watch young ladies hop scotch with the pink jellies
That's me trying to wop vetti
With the longness and pot-bellied
Til it's nauseous a raw dog orphan straight out of the orphanage often
Lost in a realm tryin' to find cells
Strapped like a marksman with raps that'll off kids mad hi
Got my mind wrapped in a coffin resurrect thoughts in amorphous
Morph into Aquaman polyin in waters talkin' to dolphins
To get that bilingual spittin' charm tryin' to get it on
And spit a thorn that'll split a form in half studyin' math
Light 'dro Eaton's love mixed with ash
Spit bats that stick to DAT's
Sip snapples and twist off caps when you fuckin' with the sickest cats
Yo
My life's not right [check one]
My life's not right [check two]
My life's not right [check three]
Are you ready???
See I exist
Iron fist
Metal speech
Scientist
Came out the womb of a phoenix expect nothin' less
Then a mature flame velocity's my plane my thought is my train
The galaxy's the body sun is the heart and the black hole's the brain
Heard my verse, ain't nothin' the same.
I leave your mouth open when you're standin'
(The word's the midget) esophagus is the cannon
Cipher unknown the upper hand on overstandin' watch the landin'
Believe it or not I'm walkin' on air
Last of America's heroes here to close the circle
I still remember the days of Coleco
A daily struggle but I hold onto the vision
Hip hop at it's best when it lacked television
And everybody wasn't an emcee
You know where the flows be and if you check the rhyme slowly
You'll find out cats is unseen like Jarobi
And most likely openin' doors with the psyche
If it's a Mikey, they'll eat anything
Starving but hack or crush anything
Not stars from the songs we sing this shit's ridiculoid
My life's not right [check one]
My life's not right [check two]
My life's not right [check three]
Are you ready?
(You know this was supposed to be for my album tho?)
(Oh whateva)
(Its okay)
When I send a sickness (ease down) dark soldiers
Fallin' in with flying debris
And bad programs of landmines
That remind me of the sexiest of slow jams
I pull a Glock or fiver murder the group by numbers
I was nursed by the biggest of buildings
And had the sonic volcanic cap
That the butcher have attached to his dead mother
Now this material might walk with a twitch and live for the twisted shit
Images of boy scouts getting pistol whipped
Electronic talents fold
The realest television is the one that talks out loud to you
When the plug is corroded out
And they say productivity is up this month but I've lost my passion
Sick of waiting in line for my weekly chocolate ration
Its bad health and industrial sadness
Never helped by tofu franks or sadistic maggots
This addiction is more random
I walk door to door Mormon style spitting my sick tantrums
Because I wasn't born handsome
Now that my life's complete with a capacity to push greatness buttons
With beats that have to be registered
As sex offenders represented to the public
I'll exfoliate your face with the acid inside my stomach
Binge and purge, we live in thirty second blurbs
And if consumers stopped existing we'd forget how to use words
Just fuckin' eat each other til the next ice age occurs
Or at the source awards scratchin' our heads like "what happened??"
If the kids would've disclosed that you all lost if you just ask them
Out to plant life that sits and looks pretty
To attract curious intersection angels when in the city
That's below any self-respecting actress in a German schiester film
Who gobbled doggie dick and human feces
My fingers tap buttons with sanctified awareness
From heart scan to pulse readings
This a voice from a dead dimension without astral projection
The sluggish rugged discuss bunk that hovers
Acme lab rat escape barely breathing through the heating vents
I'll try to come back for my family before the poison feeding commence
But if I should exhaust God's patience on someone better take my place nigga
Tell 'em it's the love that got me this far
And it's in my dreams I see their faces and
Murderers is like handles that clap sandals
Hand sand off tools and I can't stand on two
Amped off booze wheelie with my ankle bruised
On the block silly with a mint ellie
Watch young ladies hop scotch with the pink jellies
That's me trying to wop vetti
With the longness and pot-bellied
Til it's nauseous a raw dog orphan straight out of the orphanage often
Lost in a realm tryin' to find cells
Strapped like a marksman with raps that'll off kids mad hi
Got my mind wrapped in a coffin resurrect thoughts in amorphous
Morph into Aquaman polyin in waters talkin' to dolphins
To get that bilingual spittin' charm tryin' to get it on
And spit a thorn that'll split a form in half studyin' math
Light 'dro Eaton's love mixed with ash
Spit bats that stick to DAT's
Sip snapples and twist off caps when you fuckin' with the sickest cats
Yo
My life's not right [check one]
My life's not right [check two]
My life's not right [check three]
Are you ready???
See I exist
Iron fist
Metal speech
Scientist
Came out the womb of a phoenix expect nothin' less
Then a mature flame velocity's my plane my thought is my train
The galaxy's the body sun is the heart and the black hole's the brain
Heard my verse, ain't nothin' the same.
I leave your mouth open when you're standin'
(The word's the midget) esophagus is the cannon
Cipher unknown the upper hand on overstandin' watch the landin'
Believe it or not I'm walkin' on air
Last of America's heroes here to close the circle
I still remember the days of Coleco
A daily struggle but I hold onto the vision
Hip hop at it's best when it lacked television
And everybody wasn't an emcee
You know where the flows be and if you check the rhyme slowly
You'll find out cats is unseen like Jarobi
And most likely openin' doors with the psyche
If it's a Mikey, they'll eat anything
Starving but hack or crush anything
Not stars from the songs we sing this shit's ridiculoid
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El-P's verse is great. He first talks about his words, creatively describing how powerful and different they are.
When I send a sickness (ease down)/ dark soldiers “fallin in with flying debris/and bad programs of landmines that remind me of the sexiest of slow jams”
And “now this material might walk with a twitch and live for the twisted shit /images of boy scouts getting pistol whipped”
He knocks television and its effects on culture “he realest television is the one that talks out loud to you/when the plug is corroded out”(Refereing to people obviously)
And also
“vision purged, we live in thirty second blurbs/(referring to a television commercial) and if consumers stopped existing we'd forget how to use words/ just fuckin' eat each other til the next space age occurs” (People wouldn’t know how to act without television or commercial enterprises brainwashing them.
And possibly making an Orwellian reference with “and they say productivity is up this month but I've lost my passion/ sick of waiting in line for my weekly chocolate ration”
He also touches on how he’s not wealthy because he doesn’t put on a show the people want, the glamor that changes a a person or artist, so now he’s spreading his word he so desperately wants out “door to door” or inefficiently.
Lines like “this addiction is more random/ I walk door to door Mormon style spitting my sick tantrums/ because I wasn't born handsome”
Just a great verse. El-p purely expressing himself like he always does.