Constellation
El-P/Stephanie Vezina Lyrics

Hella fresh, welcome home, this is home plate stage
The performer is excited and feels at home on stage.

Murder breath, one eye, solo step, bring it
The performer is intense and ready to give a great performance.

El-product, in the duct, snuggle in, tight fight
The performer is confident in his own style and approach and ready to fight for it.

This is, what, something to define me baby
The performer feels that his music is unique and defines him as an artist.

Runnin man, run quick, scissor sticks, spray out
The performer is energetic and fast-paced, and his music reflects this.

Look into semantics man look into them closely
The performer believes that words and their meanings are important and worth examining closely.

Most host parasite eve of the title fight
The performer sees the music industry as a competition in which some are parasites taking advantage of others.

Someone took a dive tonight Follow where the money goes
The performer suspects that someone involved in the music industry has intentionally lost and that it's worth following the money trail to understand why.

Sick as this, money makes love, thug, cardiac
The performer sees the music industry as a dark, corrupt world where money is the only thing that really matters.

Money black heart thump make me punch faces
The performer is angry at the corruption in the music industry and wants to fight back.

Pervert kings stood behind the curtain for the blade stick
The performer sees powerful people hiding behind the scenes controlling the industry like perverted kings with weapons.

So much in a blood bath numbers dullard thought
The performer reflects on the violence and greed prevalent in the music industry and how it numbs people's ability to think critically.

I control no one Radio controls debt
The performer is aware that the radio stations control what people listen to and who becomes successful, but he won't let them control him.

Major Tom up creek Callin ground control
The performer sees himself as an astronaut floating alone in space, trying to make contact with people on Earth who can understand him.

A bitch is slave whore port control weak weaponry
The performer sees women being treated poorly by the industry and the people in power like they are slaves and whores.

Fix the grave floor board above dead enemies
The performer has buried his enemies and is ready to move on from them.

Leaflet family branches get mad at lung compartments
The performer reflects on how family members can resent each other for no good reason, which sometimes causes problems in breathing.

Sorry to leave this past my direction had been ignored
The performer is sorry that his past may not have been understood or appreciated by others.

Oxy phones with ceaseless animatronics pager buttons rusted in
The performer sees the old technology that was once innovative and useful rendered obsolete and forgotten.

The on position triggered metal detectors at the door
The performer reflects on how the industry can be paranoid and often concerned with security.

This is for the single maternal figures beaten to the floor
The performer dedicates his music to single mothers who have been mistreated and disrespected.

And crawled back for the children and stood up for more
The performer admires single mothers who have been strong and resilient in the face of adversity, putting their children first.

And watched those same kids as adults got bullshit vinyl kites callin women whores
The performer reflects on how some people who were once innocent children have become disrespectful, calling women derogatory names.

Joust with junkies flounce boots with Velcro flunkies
The performer sees some people in the industry as unreliable and untrustworthy like junkies, flunkies, wearing fancy boots.

How cute, how to shoot more records
The performer finds it amusing that some people in the industry are more concerned with making more music than the quality of the music they're making.

Off the record, I took the needle off your record
The performer tells someone off the record that he interfered with their music in some way, possibly by tampering with their recording equipment.

You spit that feeble plea tell shit that you're hungry
The performer is unimpressed by someone's attempt to beg for help and tells them to go away instead of helping them.

I replied that I didn't find it funky
The performer doesn't find the music or the situation interesting or engaging.

Enough mechanisms tackle bigger hungers
The performer believes that there are more important things to focus on than satisfying personal desires.

Without vents on Billy Crystal some moments
The performer reflects on how life can feel suffocating, which can make it difficult to be happy even in good moments.

I'm open for that exorcism strictly by the prime numbers
The performer is open to purging negative energy in his life through a precise and logical method.

To redesign your Small Wonder
The performer wants to help someone with their life and rebuild their sense of wonder and curiosity.

Pisces one Scorpio alert of destruct Constellation funk (constellation funk) The same light over your head just passed Alert of destruct (alert of destruct)
The performer believes that the stars aligning in these specific constellations are a warning sign of destruction and chaos.

Yeah Your revolution is young with a strange fragrance Vacuum sealed piety working for corporations
The performer believes that the revolution is just starting and feels that there's something unusual and new about it. People's piety is often used by corporations to control them.

Life is complicated I know activists That poor their heart out to an audience That's completely fucking complacent
The performer acknowledges that life is complicated and knows people who are passionate about their beliefs but are frustrated that their audience doesn't care enough to take action.

God forbid we're catch back stage being human Public image limited to the purity of your movement That was quite confusin
The performer is frustrated that people in the industry can't be themselves without criticism, they must always appear pure, free from contamination as there's a perception that their actions might spoil the purity of the music movement.

I know white rappers who claim they're more artistic and advanced than the inner city tune is Now you're fucked up and can't move units
The performer reflects on how some white rappers can be arrogant and believe they're more artistic and talented than rappers from the inner city, but ultimately, they can't sell their music because it doesn't resonate with people.

Cause you know nothing in a culture that created hip-hop music Stuck in an authenticity contest with a bunch of cats that grew up in the exact same way that you did (Now where do you fit?)
The performer is frustrated that some people in the industry don't seem to understand or respect the culture and history of hip-hop music. And those who want to prove their authenticity versus those who they're in competition with grew up in the same environment and have the same background.

I'm talkin centipede that shit that slides on its dirty ab pack dirty def fretless bass pipe don't believe the hype Don't act fugazi, don't tell me the rules I'm the ruler and I'm motherfucking crazy + ??? ??? ?? + essential cannibal reduce a man to his Touch down like diagonal afterburners
The performer is talking about performing with confidence and creativity, and not being limited by rules or expectations set by others. He sees himself as crazy and unconventional, but his music is strong and empowering. He also mentions reducing people to their basic instincts and wants to land and explode with high energy.

Collectin a loveless infant And you wonder why such attacto radical rounding animal Sounding selection's competitive with your mission We steep with veteran sense in our refinement
The performer is reflecting on the music industry being obsessed with competition and collecting talent like objects. He's frustrated that the industry can be looking for something more creative and passionate, but are often too focused on stylistic similarities to really innovate. He takes pride in his own experience as a performer and refinement of his style.

We see the beauty in chaos and misdirection We love a brutal and passionate human lusting We pet our women with tongues in our anal crevice See I'm a man for what it's worth, an idea, love it
The performer sees beauty and opportunity in the chaos of the music industry, and all of its less savoury aspects. He values passionate artists and people who aren't afraid of their sexuality. He sees his gender for what it is and takes responsibility for his own ideas and actions.

My family grew up without manhood in its structure And we were stronger for that fact I do believe so We held our own against some fuckin evil people And now I'm grown and I still can't protect my sister
The performer acknowledges that his family background was unconventional, with no strong male role models, but believes that the experience made him and his family stronger. They were able to resist the harmful influence of bad people, but he is still unable to protecy his sister completely.

But I know she has her mother's strength within her And maybe I can tap that strength and burn with greatness EXPOSE THESE ALCOHOLIC STEPFATHERS AND RAPISTS!
The performer takes solace in his sister's potential for inner strength, and wants to harness that same strength himself to become great. He also wants to expose the harmful actions of people in positions of power in people's lives.

The doors close, you lose in my eyes world live I suppose you can melt now scorpio Melt away scorpio Down your hole, down your hole down your hole
The performer is ready to move on from people who have caused personal harm or disappointment, and wants nothing more to do with them. He compares such people to a scorpion which is venomous, aggressive and isolated. They can't survive if they lose their strength or power.