| Artist | El-P |
| Song | Deep Space 9mm |
| Director | Brian Beletic |
| Genre | Dance & Electronica |
| Intro | No |
| Outro | No |
| Sound Mix | Stereo |
| Technical Specifications | colour - format unknown |
El-P moves through a tense, nocturnal New York where nearly everyone appears to be holding someone else at gunpoint. Red toy-like weapons surface in taxis, apartments, shops, streets, and public transit, turning ordinary encounters into a chain of absurd threats. The paranoia escalates as El-P is surrounded by members of the Definitive Jux circle, before a group of Boy Scouts confronts him aboard a tram. Shot like a grim urban nightmare with flashes of dark humor, the video mirrors the track's aggressive, dystopian atmosphere.
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One two you're behind the walls of new Roma, you wanna buy the farm (you wanna kill yourself) But the land's not yours to own (but your life's not yours to take) Who owns Police? Who holds fold green, sold sand to beach? Blood beach Dance with the land sharks clutchin' heat, ugly monks hung halo teach Hung by the math where the cable reach A hundred and sixty-six channels lit The train that animal shit Where the mind's eye redefines Where's God? Buy car, Kick tires ... |