El-P
Lyric guide

EMG

Read EMG lyrics by El-P on LyroVerse, with linked artist context and related song paths.

El-P visibility1 visits Video on page
person Curated by Ethan Walker LyroVerse team
Reference snapshot

The page facts to cite before the commentary

Use this page for the lyric text, linked artist context, and any LyroVerse editor's note attached to the song. Listener comments remain user-generated and should not be treated as the primary source.

Page type: lyric reference Artist: El-P Canonical path: /el-p/emg Related lyric paths: 6 Video embedded: yes
Lyrics

EMG

The lyric stays readable and compact here; the note and related paths sit nearby so you do not lose the song while looking for context.

(Intro)

We had some fire and smoke and water and that troubled us a lot

Now we're marking down our prices and they're really, really hot

Everything must go

You wanna get on some fly shit

Get on some butterfly to the fire shit

Everything must go

I wanna sell you the dream

I wanna watch you come apart at the seams

Everything must go

You wanna get on some fly shit

Get on some butterfly to the fire shit

Everything must go

I wanna sell you a dream

Heart of an altar boy molested in confession

Who plotted for 20 years then slit the throat of a reverend

And half of this thought is young vandal the system

Contraption of credo drift sick shit and spit at your heaven

I'm grabbin' my dick again

Foot on the wall

Pose down

I'm drinkin' that piss again

Back at the train hometown

Starscream the system

Ninja star the cassette deck

Lazerface is back in effect!

Focus like a worker ant live

Get with hive mind fly shit

Shut your little mind crime hybrid

Eyelids pinned back flat

We had a focus group of lab rats clappin'

At last you got dap

Automaton bells rock well from death valley

Shit, we all mingle in ditch

Mass grave for the kids

Clash with the combat rap set

A weathermen funk breath

The last rebels left?

Slide off or get the digipack slashed in your neck

You're figitin' with 28 day simian

Yeah, dog

Him again

The bad touch destruct militant

Drum percussion lust diligent

The surface that gave birth to the style is NY

The jihad recipient sky is too fly

The roof of the witnessing spot was BK

A cloud of asbestos - I guess it's d-day

Now you want me to move and do how you say

Or look into my brain through this glass toupee

Fuck this, how 'bout I just smack you bitch?

Save that 4th reich boogie for them plastic twits

Or the old women of fate stichin' the casket nits

I'll be drunk on the back of the train takin' a piss

Bumpin' BDP through a raheem kit

With double d duracel destiny megamix like

Everything must go

You wanna get on some fly shit

Get on some butterfly to the fire shit

Everything must go

I wanna sell you the dream

I wanna watch you come apart at the seams

Everything must go

You wanna get on some fly shit

Get on some butterfly to the fire shit

Everything must go

I wanna sell you a dream

Get over here and buy, you hoe

Excuse me, little child

Why the devious smile?

Well, I've become what I've forsaken and the irony's wild

Are you in charge of this outfit?

Nah, not me, cousin

I wrestle distinction from the chompers of a buzzard

Is my mommy in heaven?

Well, she's definitely not here

Now run away and go play with this hatchet and flaming spear

I'm tryna mix up this molotov then peel the fuck off

I've got a windmill to tackle, son

Polish my gun off

My hot pink milimeter space heater

Duck down

Pulled out from the crevice of a triple fat duck down

Horse hooves and meat I'm glued to the beat - grindin'

Stolen hovercraft draggin' a bass stab behind it

Every little phrase is designed for y'all to rewind it

Every brittle phase has an expiration assignment

Eyes wide

The bad man walks alive with five dimes of sticky the bush and no 9

Who was trained by Ed Koch to hop a turnstyle

See cop smile

Peep cops gun

Now see little juvenile me in reeboks run

Through the projected transformation of the catacombs, son

Makin' it home's so fun

If you're alone, don't sweat

'Cause you're alone with the best

The underrated phrase mason who's leakin' pain to cassette

If you hate lies, don't fret

'Cause I can't lie about this

At least I'm honest when I tell you my mind's full of shit

And sick of skippin' on electrified hop scotch grid

We're double dutchin' to percussion with this barbed wire rope choker

The most floatinist spoke dope spit

Get lit

You're with an ambulance chaser, I strive design sick

Everything must go

Quick answers

What this page can answer fast

Who performs "EMG"?

El-P performs "EMG", and this lyric page sits inside the El-P catalog on LyroVerse.

Are there related songs to explore after "EMG"?

Yes. The related section below points to Accidents Don't Happen and Blood with a short reason for opening each page next.

Where can I find more songs by El-P?

Use the artist link near the top of the page or the related paths section below to keep moving through El-P's lyric pages.

Song Room

Interpretations, questions, and corrections for this song

Interpretations, questions, memories, and correction notes live together here. The room stays noindex while the best insights are reviewed.

Open Song Room
0 followers Selected insights only surface after moderation
Listener comments

What people are saying

0 comments
Add a short interpretation or memory

A strong comment here is specific: the phrase you keep hearing, the mood you come back for, or the reason this song stays in rotation.

Sign in to post the first listener note. Reporting stays open to everyone.

No listener comments on EMG yet.