AESOP ROCK-Prosperity

Sulking and bulking a half
Sulking a laugh crash test
Figure the mixtures digging up his last breath
Grief leaf thief briefly turned chieftan
The tapwaters on the waters off the waters leaking

So this is blue
my frame reportedly spotted garden variety burners and lost to normalcy
my terms the memoir obligation in the boodoir crystalize impurities to zero on the
autograph dirty characters sponges hunches hurling murder abundant lunches with the
city suppers punching (hurdling) tomorrow since I sit in consquence merging brings to
bubble up along the edges of precious child fantasy broken hi, my name is hazardous
tobaccanist I’m on the brink I’m purgin dirt and spit my lung in the sink as for the
product well its drenched in a barren backward wasteland of shimmering moral tension
and venturing the plaza pleasant I saw it all from pixie dust to crepid pins and
voodoo dolls and 99 dreams later the shooting gallery wall its like not a wave crash
similar to last or next heckle me not already doctored by regrets gray rain
beligerant fragments bomb acid ushering the pixels till the image burned classic
bliss in a barrel and motivation in a basket Ima cast it out to sea and wait for my
comma to grasp it I left my crutch over the rainbow with my riches and I know the rat
race of the bad taste once his grimmace cringes an iron butterfly will float if given
good condition but I’m still fisihing the same worm from the same faulty posistion prosperity
I’m tryin to walk alone and miss the bliss inide the accidental meeting of the pencil
and the ceiling and the censures started meeting breathing at a rappid calibur at
that a line so gray will last forever more dusting off the dreams to be an autopilot
still a silent understudy funny how the opposite will throttle and the different
stroke and model to the prison is innacurate portrayal of an addequate betrayal of a
wish gonna wanna coulda shoulda woulda did it isnt it amusing choosing and a plan of
cybernating waiting till the mating means of motivation took a fine posistion dishing
only after every little kiddy has performed I just wanna be a general he said I just
wanna I just wanna I just wanna be a general he said I just wanna sleep yo what a
long capitol crust gallop my charriot burning and aweful enigma sprung by the sling
of david appears gutterbug batch prior to hatch dismiss it as a soul condensing
excuse to decorate maps with thumb tacks this gold star product pushing hate boogie
themes enter the smoke screen blazing saddle remnants alive analyze pensive connect
all picket fences like chain gangs linked digging trenches to candy land image
factory sold ah I wanna be an astronaut I got the merits and heart and I bought a
starship with hard earned money from one hour selling dreams to dummies when they
raise the lights ja ja ja jesus christ I’ve never seen so many goblins in my life (oh my lord)
vibrate through the fog and then some dragging bent circuits on a short
leash like organ grinder primates dancing for bread crumbs well did you touch that
slugger banging on the table with an old tin cup thin luck I can raise the dead when
the shark settlers fled the place brung out they bed of nails to spread the sails
racing for milk and bread but I got big big plans I ride a big boat with a big ol
motor and I ain’t really that big on helping you turn your leaf over (lets sing) bring
out your dead a quarter pile sky high (lets see) what if your miserable saw the plant
fly by my name is try to deny magnificent doom craft my records so built and Ima show
you why this globe tilts
take me where the air is clear I don’t really know where but I know its not here and
every little step she takes makes me speak cause I know ill never have to sleep alone again
take me where the…

AESOP ROCK – Racing Stripes

There is a bowl cut template mapped with a billy can
Mega morn scissoring a topiary lego man
Mini-ramp cowlick
Good ship snot nose
Lap rain water out of pigeon hill potholes
Rat brain, shovel green peas offa butterknife
Racoon hat, moon boots all summer-type
Felt pressure at the center of the dog show
Better off blending
Sweater–off Waldo you
Wanna see a genome mutate?
Cut a page boy ‘til it bring home a Cube tape
Poof, screw-face wriggle out a chop shop
Home-brewed Kool-aid, d
Isavowing Osh Kosh
Simulating television
Little rowdy rock snob
Bobble-headed shredder playing top-heavy hop scotch
You realize you only got a week
‘til you catch him with a set of shitty clippers in the sink
Like bzzzzt, motherfucking bzzzzt, bzzzzt
That’s a quiet kid, buzzing asymmetric rebel lines in
Crudely, some say to praise the lord
I say you wanna feel saved baby
Shape the orb, and I will see you all in Helven
Read he fled a panic room pissed
And been searching for animal chin since
Bumpin’ Johnny Rad, eye on the sauce pan
Current mop: 4 months shy on the off-chance

Start with a text book bowl cut (bowl cut!)
One you can mow down slow as you grow up learn a couple great new curse words (pussy!) buzz a cool rat tail, take 2, your turn
Learn a couple great new curse words (fuckface!) maybe try a ponyhawk, take 2, your turn

I knew this kid Camu
Who in the lion’s mouth
Made up a fail safe way to get his life corralled
Let’s say he short on the rent
His land lord is upset
He disappears with sheers yelling “I’m going George Jeff”
Bathroom door sound like a part–mech barbershop quartet
Forced into war with itself
What emerge next in a shaft of light is bald up top
Long on the back and sides
Maybe the blade oil came with a ax to grind
But granddaddy half-smile, all mastermind
He ask “how do I look?”
I said “you look insane”
He said the haircut come with a theory I’ll explain
Please do
First: no hats allowed
Faux nat’ male pattern when he out the house
And wouldn’t crop it up until his monopoly prop pass go
‘til then walk this town like an asshole
Motherfucking bzzzt!
Last week we were stoney
This week he program beats all monday
Sold 2 wednesday, pay rent
Fabricate a whole new hedge maze
Back on his smooth shit friday at noon bitch
Wow, just like that
A method I encourage you to share and apply and adapt as one day his didn’t grow back

Start with a text book bowl cut (bowl cut!)
One you can mow down slow as you grow up learn a couple great new curse words (pussy!) buzz a cool rat tail, take 2, your turn
Learn a couple great new curse words (fuckface!) maybe try a ponyhawk, take 2, your turn

AESOP ROCK-The Greatest Pac-Man Victory In History

[Chorus]
Get up to get down now
Get up to get down now (like this)
Get up to get down now (like this)
Get up to get down now (alright)
I don’t wanna do it anymore
Couldn’t do it if I tried, wouldn’t do it if I wanted it

Hey
I don’t wanna do it anymore
Couldn’t do it if I tried…

[Verse 1]
Okay
The moments were subtle but unstolen and guess who owns them
No friendly, non-threatening corporate lacky mucks in the totem
Lucy was in the sky with diamonds
Five dollars to hold them
The summer beneath these Pac-Man’s with acid behind his molars
Little white tab hollering, little white flag waggling
Inorganic pat on back, trim the panic flat on backer
Back to back like Mad Hatter magic
Rabid mastif collaborative
Splatter bachelor fabric fatter with Cabbage Patch lit
(Dark days)
Banded Louie-Louie
(Park blades)
Chemically bent-up but eager to crash for that one, two, three repeater
Good morning Vietnam
Whose couch is this, whose house is this, who are you down with bitch?
I’m sorry, dog, I dreamt the foulest shit
There was this rabid foot talismen drowning out of my armspan
What’s fouler was the other farmhands growing gills and shark fangs
What’s fouler was my torso stripped to ribbons in the marshlands
But I’m up now
Let’s get this window pane and shut the fuck down
Down by the river where the litter sits
And lionheart critters smoke dope and act like illiterates
I ran with a brat pack of loose bolts and high social maladjusties
Sacred, numb, and boundless went to same proto called cookie
Well, I was dummy to some when my tongue was cradled and my skin looks crazy
Pocketbook mirror, courtesy Amy
Spiders in the mattress, paisley sunglasses, dialing eyes green
Ice grill that could burn through your picture-in-picture widescreen
Poison late late show starring Aes and his jigsaw face
Twelve hour solid gold entertainment
Other shit to sell from other ships that sell they DD paper
(Space Invader)
This one’s for the labor days worked for rent and rolling papers
Only the illest beats leak asbsurdly out the boombox
The daytripper anthem goes: “Wake. Drop. Walk to Aquarium.”
Whistle while you work like a canary lung
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy to carry drugs
I sorta see it as my last flash summer
Skateboards and sloppy psychedelics and big numbers
Good times, good people
All airbrushed on a collapsible easel
Peace man, easy

[Bridge]
And I knew the permanancy would drift
And I knew the ph balance wasn’t right
And I knew the crash and burn, how to caress it
L.S.D. flashed the message
And I knew the gash wasn’t gonna stop bleeding
And I knew the ph balance wasn’t right
And I knew how September would then affect it
L.S.D.

[Verse 2]
Lazy summer days
Like some decrepit landshark dumbluck squad dog lurks sicker, deluded
Last sturdy domino leans secluded
Don’t let stupid delusions lesson super-duty labor students
Dragnet lifer solutions
Daddy loves sloppy dimensions like son-daughter links
Such determinated leopards, successfully disshelved
Little soliders developed like serpents despite life sentence ducking lemmings
Some don’t like sobriety’s dirty lenses
Some do let sleeping dogs lie still
Don’t look so damn lackluster
Suck defeat
Love some damage, load sample delete
Late Show, Dave Letterman, shitty diner lip-slide dutch
Low self-discipline leader seek that lung self-destruct
Life sucks dickhead
Lost summer’s display laminate showcasing divinity
Live system definitive
Liturgy soaked the pig lowly, spectactular delight
Why, what kind of L.S.D. you like?
Your lizard king has spoken (all hail)
You in the back, get them up, those trails are necessarily bumped
(Summertime)
Some’ll try and recapture the same flag
But I played it smart and recognized the summertime passed

[Chorus]

AESOP ROCK – Plastic Soldiers

[Sample: Freestyle Fellowship - "Heavyweights" from "Innercity Griots"]
Style messiah, Hot like a volcano with fire

[Verse 1:]
The sound of silence versus the sound of War
Echo death shock-renegade
Crooked cynic tyrant
Your ignorant bias is my Goliath
Starving alliance seeps under the skin
The seven deadly sins
That seven elements of the malevolent
The relevance of
Graphic endeavours
Drastic measures took for defence
My secrets unfolds codes of conduct, raid
Blade runner, intima-dating figment in the minds of the malignant
Your opinion, not significant, bludgeon
Poetic potential draws dotted lines between hunter and hunted
Liquefied thoughts seep through the cracks in side-walks
Lieutenant cynic consist of anonymous all this seems famished
Vanished in gritty streets til’ city seeks, sleep, head, rush
Scope, infra-red touched
Temple’s the torment
Pressure point contact
Crush the dormant with missing links
Syncopate movement, Our troubled blockade ends but I’m blemished in the blueprint
Behold of the hideous
I’m assaulted by the anthems of the lesser
Concerned, I squinted through tinted pains of pressure
Transcend, backlash, jet black ink bleeds to breath abstract interpose passages
Database entries slip through the fingers, you’re forgotten
A faceless figure shall put among an infinite citizens capital coward branded in the backbones of the stranded
As Ace’s hungered for upper handed plan strategy: strike force
Pays quicken upon asphalt light source sun burst beams
A portrait of pillage
Multiple put-downs paint burn marks on perception
Indulge indefinite challenging chapters never before have human eyes looked upon
The unbearable weight
Contaminate little thieves
Heaves, breath, the last gasp
And I last grasp, but trace through your trickery, pinpointed
Technique cast on the fresh but it’s now thickly anointed, vicious cycle
Ya’ll spinnin if you tread before you think
The center of my web is pen and ink
It’s the merciless, masquerade merging separate flows of music’s martyrs
Threw my flag into the ground and claimed your land for starving artists
The masquerade merging separate flows of music’s martyrs
Threw my flag into the ground and claimed your land for starving artists

[Sample x8: Freestyle Fellowship - "Heavyweights" from "Innercity Griots"]
Style messiah, Hot like a volcano with fire

[Sample: Mike Batt - "Zero Zero" from "Zero Zero"]
Dear Colleague
I am so very sorry that my son has made such an exhibition of himself with your daughter
It really does seem quite out of character
Although I have to admit it is quite funny
Of course he’s really got into trouble with his supervisor
But I’m afraid he’s only got himself to blame
It really…

[Verse 2:]
All I see is little plastic soldiers with little plastic holsters
Spit on plastic cultures belittled by sarcastic vulture swarms
Warning I’d skip your stepping stones down by the sea shore
It’s that scarlet welcome carpet that I fiend for
My dreams spore schemes each more malicious than the pre-ceding
Red skies bleeding acid this is best inspired by your doubt
All through flood fire and drowning tied rapidly into humid winds
Lucid lens bend sigil spectrum’s drippin’ shades of rays I prayed for days lacking discolouring [?]
Bigots may seems to scare me I dissect voids my friend drawin’ cranes with metal flanks [?]
Walkers cross Battlestars I travel far my radar flips
Eye of the storm following scraping my backbone
I try to spring clones leaving em like tendrils, that require,
More than a click-click five
While figments of malignant spine pleasuring quick to pigment puddles
Gathered in gutters
Type B-negative whirlpool
I swarm fool like you, poetically puncture
As still in dreams while empires fall apart

He a cyborg killing machine with wires in his heart
I’ll never know of you
Emotion reads close encounters I run
The last classic example of a love of mic and sample
Trampled pride is resurrected with ample improvement motor movement mandatory
Not a question of should I
But I passively consumed the role casted by masters of supreme sources
Crafted by supreme forces
Seemingly dream catcher
Aesop Rock computer Hacker!
See you lack a dispatch to request back up
Collapsing scaffold mad pole crusher russian robot recruits
We shoot starving artists ‘de trops’ and intrude
I am waterfall
I’m excluding inaudible slaughter calls
Venomous survey calibrating mics for lurkin’

[Sample x8: Freestyle Fellowship - "Heavyweights" from "Innercity Griots"]
Style messiah, Hot like a volcano with fire

[Sample: Mike Batt - "Whispering Fools" from "Zero Zero"]
This young man is clearly a genetic throwback
He seems to be experiencing primeval urges and feelings which frankly
Unless we can terminate will contaminate others
And threaten entire structure of our society

AESOP ROCK-One Brick

[Aesop Rock]
I start my city with a brick (one brick)
Then add another brick (two bricks)
Brick by brick, I manufacture homes for fallen angels
I ain’t no great Samaritan, that’s just the way the game goes
Respect the polars but acknowlege middle-value rainbows
My snout turned up from dream factory eyelids
Slingin bottled prosperity for the kamikaze colonels
Yeah rocks the match that burned the Nazi journals
And plottin verticals amidst blatantlly horizontal
Models then swallowed by famished potholes
And I’m tired
Tied up on these functions
Killer cottoncandy clouds and huckleberry justice league
Another knuckle-dragger dungeon breed
Run, breathe, sit, bellow
Wild Aes scream through your style to hear the echo
Aight then, flinch for the great granddaddy payback
When Little Billy bought a Tugboat
Now he thinks he’s Captain Ahab
Facist takes for the pegleg’s birds and eyepatches
Learn that lesson, you’ll be swashbuckling with the best of them
Wonder why you wept over spilled milk
And got your crayons wet, the room reaks of a thousand bayonettes
I’ll fision vision with a lie longer than your most walked meridian
Connecting life with that little species of midians
We’ve now officially scraped barrel bottom
Aesop Rock an Apple to the core but ya’ll ignored him
I know a planet made of porcelain
And once I get tired of holding this gavel up
Ya’ll prayer circles met him up born again
I ain’t too good for tap water
Play “Taps” out of order
For a ballad, corpse a dead man walkin
You can lead a man to a city but that don’t assure civility
You can beat a man to death with Aesop Rock bootleg cd’s
(That’s more fun anyway)
Some cats Float, some cats don’t
I speak in Farenheit and burn off colon lyric
Diss blatant harassment, spit honor, whistle fearless
Don’t dismiss the billygoat appearance for that common sheep

[Chorus - Aesop overlapping Illogic, fading in and out of each other]
Platforms have been erected
Effigies built
Slogans coined, songs have been written
Rumors have been circulated
Autographs faked
The hourglass smashed and didn’t leave me an escape
Moving boxes have been worn out
Mantlepieces dusted
Idols idolized, the sands have been shifted
Curtains have been closed
Sleepers all waked
The hourglass smashed and didn’t leave me an escape

[Illogic - overlapping Aesop, fading in and out]
Now with my trusty paperclip
I picked locks of thoughts vault
Finding the God in barren
The harvest fruitless
Only the Tree of Life flourishing
Wanting to take a bite but I’m toothless
Is that, predestination or is it by design?
That I’m trapped in time sand
Show radio mission control but for my rhymes
Man cuz I can like aluminum
And I recycle my consciousness
This is just a note
For any action or lack thereof as a consequence

[Illogic]
Wingless angels
Stroll a top shapeless cottonballs
With halos in your syringe
Celestial ground is found broken
Exposing a bottomless depth
Where heartless spines awake to devour
The small piece of your soul that’s left
You’re immersed in sound floating
Aimless destination
Drop anchor to gain stability
Stare out potions, restrain fertility
Pedestal talk is a token
Soaked in pockets with lives, topics, lack conceptual, ridicule
The night breathes but light’s choking
Darkness occupies the throne
Where poems are persecuted
The purity at times dilluted
Rhymes are executed
For genre I’m told when has-beens attempt
To cause heat to rise and wonder why they’re trapped in cold
Life’s an oragmi box and I’m hidden within the fold
So when the yarn unravels, I won’t be caught by surprise
And as society’s fabric of orthodoxes dismantle
I’ll see you embracing the pentagram within this crucifix disguise
See when the canvas stands before me
I’m compelled to spill a vision
For the sinners that listen, I got three spikes and a thorned crowns
It seems I need a new soul cuz mine is worn down
But from the pregance of my hardship was born style
Still my pen bleeds and stains the paper with thought
Finding me lost among statues and mainstream idols
Browning in melted ice to reinforce that breath is vital
If your father and his father were fish out of water
You must break the cycle
How many times must a plant be uprooted for it to die?
When it’s smothered with lies that abolish the potency of the sky
So when the stars burn out and God replaces the bulbs
With a million watts
And throws the switch, sparks filament
Hurting new giants and flocks
I stand my own two aura illuminated in red
Showcasing the agony held within this welded spirit
Sacrificing itself for the health of a masocistic culture
Yearning for the truth that we speak but refuse to hear it

[Chorus]

AESOP ROCK-Oxygen

I’m twice born, once and seven something
Once is the resurrection of honorable function
Been shoveling a coal as the engine’s doctor
Long enough to see my silhouette acquire a permanent kink in a posture
The metenance of icicle spirit by the warmth of true endearment
Was, is, and forever will be a luxury
I’m a soubrette columnist fathering doom document
Cursed version of a certain Virgin Mary womb occupant

I know swamp rats who never suckled oxygen purification
Sure it’s blurry may have had them speeennnd breeezzzzze
Stuck until my friend leaves puppet for the plummet committee
Sputtering bum numb enough to stomach the city
Who’s that hugging a silhouette of willows with a hill’s crest pan out?
On the candy coated crab apples, sugar dipped deadpan outs
I got a plan, I’ll turnaquet my quest
Defeat a needle into battling to mute the mess
With patience galas with absentee balance I shove in the button
Strutting to exhibit mankind’s hostility function
With a, ppppppppp paling in comparison a methias Goliath
Live to riggedy frame in a wicked silence
I top and ate my nameless square then I bumped eyelids
With a Christ we saw the same thing through a second
What’s that? The grand mosaic depicting historical glory in a legend
Nurse me through the time stick and stone mixes hex my fertile crescent
Now all’s well, I’m laughing on the inside I swear
Just trying to keep my head above red tide despair
My imperfections pair off with buddy system symmetrics morbidly
So every second the discontent’s locked accordingly
Let’s turn mummy’s shut up affection a berserk glory condition
And pray for the day a star child tugs the ribbon
Meddle in a two-hand grip when that spoon full of sugar medical chaser
Credible crasser antidote’s terrible taste the
Water with a stolen soul pen left picture mad rhythm pinned
Never set a grin and fly health
Consider me a mobile advertisement for that hybrid plan of fabrics
I deemed practical, now is you is or is you ain’t compatible
I feel a wind in my opinions plus hyper clutch
Crush one’s ginger bread tenement awful,
It’s like the day the great oak met the saw mill
A lifeline of spectacular expansion leaves the reaper
At the hand of what man’s hand jokes
My friend’s got a book about dreams, I look and laugh
I dream a book about my friends and still can’t decipher the half
Ch-chatter boooox, now let a soothe sayer major
Cater to a king green battered on the brink of disease
I am, skin and bones, I am, sin and poems, I am, tin and chrome
You grin and groans fuck it I’m tinted when accrete zone
Blow the pedals off a dandelion trying to make my little gypsy blush
And felt as if I’d actually accomplish something
Fortify the bullies of the jokes soaking in treatment
Sit and watch the percentages teeter on the evening
On a ghost up in a fuse a lot second before the cock dropped
In the Styx and stared him down until he fixed it

Fashion, it’s cool and all but what about God?
(Oh God, well he’s the man, but what about reading?)
What, like novels, man that don’t hold my attention, what about television?
(Television hurts my brain, how about walking in the rain?)
I hate walking, it’s boring, how about some old fashioned gone fishin’
(Yeah, fishing’s great but I can’t stand hooking the bait, lets dance)
I’ve got too left feet plus motion sickness, how about breakfast?
(Man, I’m hungry, but that means I’mma have to borrow some money)
Let’s fly a kite (Let’s burn the generals)
Let’s sell lemonade (Let’s drink)
Let’s poke a hole inside the tugboat, ease on back and watch it sink
(Naw, lets scare a pupil once a year just to shake the academy)
Casually note the blossom of phantom alignment strategy

I’ll make the waterfall out of order in autumn saw the quarter
When the gods mimic the vintage knuckle drag sacked in a coffin
I affiliate my rag dummy appearance with a most cohesive spirit
Clattering the yesterday ain’t shed a tear since
Hear me, wrote the Old Yeller community cartoon
The carousel balloon extravagant aware, inviting it
I’m swore to Adam and matter and saddling
Warhead thorax and abdomen to primitive horse back galloping
My index fingers rest in my talisman branded up in the jackals skin
One must pardon yee old common street detour
Weaving graceful through the prom directed column
Greater virus retreats to a lot in Valom
Bean stalk where the fiend walk and my name is mud
But that’s got a ring to it so my soil welcomes the flood
I walk through God’s practical joke on man practically broke
And if they raise my rent again I’ll spend my nights practically soaked
Who spits silk dimensions with a noose looped by the raft?
After lack of reasoning jedi 3, 2, 1,
Oooh I’m hung, I’ve clung to hope but see you in hell
I’ll be that clear blue icicle that simply refused to melt
Sturdy eye krulin, tin can skeleton,
Skull of a thousand dilapidated dream remnants
Here to convict based on a tin bucket of evidence
I steer where the heaven’s merely a legend so the peasants dream well

AESOP ROCK feat. Dose One – Odessa

Shh…

[Aesop Rock (Dose One):]
(Well or, and this is, New York City)
Where the shiftiest sources leak out the back door
For more and this is New York City
(Oh, I see these hear walk
I, simply a shade of shepherd
Seems we share fate, honestly)
Oh, now wait a minute
I notice there making mockeries of mad men
Tend not to bend in the honesty
My twenty thousand leagues ending grants sardonic, the sea
(The view from this here segue crowds a listeners nothing special simply
Listeners, how we dissolve it’s spores and I’ll tell you not flying)
And I live beneath the scenic yeah, where the fossils pledged allegiance
Where the centipedes and serpents bigot on territorial disagreements,
The uprooted turned booty and hacked pleasure to skinny ribbons and I’ll
Suckle my skull caught beneath assumptions pumping pistons
(Left the joke to wick, it,
He walks whose out now, we, Aesop walls up)
We tune out the pouts of hiding,
Twilight street merchants, we, deity freely and been here before…

[Dose One (Aesop Rock):]
Murder, of holy, in cushion
Partisan, part of the ceiling seems to be leaking, oh, oh, it’s the wall
Forbid box been broken, from man of everywhere, that’s what I sleep, I love you
It’s not easy tying knots, whose paycheck may get rained
Outstanding I shall smudge, invest, it’s dull here, since we need I go beyond
Grey, lonely, this forest is very very different,
Friend hail things like magnets all the way meant was (It only takes one slacker)
Traveling up, it only takes one slacker

[Aesop Rock:]
It only takes one slacker, to attack a lack, gritty and complies with time
With regulations poachers poaching just to jump the batteries
I’m juiced, noosed father, no dissed deduce
By the ambiance of motives and the modus operandi’s
I’m supportive, sort of here to modify those monsters
Tried to side wind pleasure captains round my hip line,
My sit times on some here I lay my bricks alone to build these walls among
Us dreams can spread our spores but can I run with the alumnus fungus
After date rape, and it germs, and I burn for less fortunate starlight
Chasers forced to use there last match to ward off the glaciers
Pack a day profess cloud spitter literate pencifist missed the pissed drunk of concert
Dull and system missed the funk I’m in a lull

[Dose One: Overlaps Aesop Rock's lines]
I’m thinking of a number from one to red, is a beautiful color
To shade paper hat ink, I’m thinking of a beautiful color…
Paper hat

[Aesop Rock:]
I’m thinking of a number
From one to home, one riduiculous tennament with no wings to spread
I’m home again inside my box of cardboard daze, I’m thinking of home
And I’m home again…

[Aesop Rock (Dose One):]
(Funny how, faces show up, waters for me, my mouth and snore)
It could’ve been me but it wasn’t
The crash and burn and burn and crash infected could collect fee indirectly but it doesn’t
(These are broken cards given
To dues missed of friendly lips tied life is going blank, slap look,
It’s mirrored universe and one god per so many square feet, and
Everything counts, higher life forms are dirty, dirty Aesop, every penny
Saved, is this the city of dreams?)
And I’m down to Earth
(I’m down to earth, road)
My zero hour snuffed doc, where the marked the day the mirth burns
The time allotted, knotted loops around the plotted, boycotted the wattages
Toys for the prodding of the rotting bottled hostage
One time down cloud me as the useless playtime string and think it smirked
Worthy well, your with me, from the icicle sweat to the self pity
Sickly thread bare slid back my needle point life willow
Man I purposely spun straw to gold to lace each last stitch perfectly
It must have been the dust, the dust, my god, the dust he clutched the
Dust, father to rust encrust the luck with which I touch togetherness…
(Toy, bird, in my teeth, empathy, dwell, in merciful spring, friend)

AESOP ROCK-No Splash

January, I fell to the cobblestone
In April, I cut little paper flowers
In August, I drank cold tea all my lonesome
In October, I was introduced as coward
I love New York Saturdays
But Mondays last longer
And since I plan to live a long life
Maybe I’ll serve a thousand Mondays and swallow the burn
To merge the week for all its got
To get my shoddy rotten ribs stick, forgot my ribs
I got a lil’ something called a spirit crisis on my skull
And it’s nothing short of ferocious but I swallowed the dosage
I got a mantle, and the mantle is a candle
And my candle is a flame that burns to symbolize the day Gretel met Hansel
Then I settle in a stand still
I live forever reaching for the sun
Hoping some lucky day I’ll clutch and get a hand full
Rope ladder, I’ma swing in ample
And I wanna turn scullies and summings with pretty lullabye, bye
The way my gypsy dances makes a monster retreat to fetal
I never felt so damn young
But you don’t look a day over zero
And you don’t look a day in the times cuz it’ll make you realize
The night is near so
Well then go, dream, I clean around the edges
I tidy up the tabletop, and lectured all the pledges
I never really knew the true definition of precious
Till my angel wit the beautiful red locks gave it a message
I’m a fully animated life tree
See the root of the mute button was dug up bug up on a song
Of I’m a fully animated life tree
With branches for the heavens to admire actually

[Chorus (Woman speaking)]
Fame, war, love, honor, crime, innocence, tragedy, sunshine
Cringe, death, passion, heroism, God, suffering, joy, fate
Destiny, treasure, stars, gall, hunger, murder, silence, mayhem
Health, pain, (sex), breath, sound, guilt, pride, time

We all know what a halo is
But we all don’t know the horrors if your halo tips
I be the manadome[?] making your pretty little heels click
I be the Sword in the Stone of the contemporary eclipse
I’m incredibly exhausted
You can’t imagine, got my warm spirit stuck in my teeth, I’m obsolete
Freedom freedom freedom fighter beginning
Better stay competitive, meter in such to bust, fuckin fantastic
Every little steps you take breaks the chamber
In the chest, developed in the abomidable trouble
Settle for a cruel second, loud for an hour
Screamin to the beats to leave until my whole weekend turns sour
I ain’t been around the world but I been around the block
I ain’t seen everything but I seen enough to talk
I ain’t a prophet, I ain’t the Second Coming of Christ
I’m just a mason with a will to build and a little advice
I wanna weeble well, I wanna set of knitting needles
Villain with a theme dream silent
Paddle in the hole in the bottom divy to where the portraits astonish
You won’t regret a single solitary step, I promise
Look, in a situation where a dragon guards the gate
I make a true spur of the moment grown decision
Which in turn allows me to be something normal
With the prefix of the abbot
I can kill every monster if I got it, that’s that
Rockin it, rockin it, clippership rockin it
Be the little guinea pig, dig?
I’m tryin to make an exit with no ripples in the water
No splash, let the poison slide down down the hatch
It’s like that

[Chorus 2x]

AESOP ROCK-Number Nine

[Aesop Rock:]
Deliver us from evil
Litter bugged amoeba simmer on the brimstone
Grim tone, bring him home
Authoritative restoration will be rationed righteously
To those deemed suitably fit to police their own sobriety
Standard law that wriggle intimate, mingle with coincidental mishap, then snap
Curse the digs
Yellow brick Zooka birthed the piss
I trust that every litigant will be his own worst pig
Thirst big, baby, I reckon y’all are a mess too, but insecurities will
Make your bio sound less cool
If fizzy lifting drinks are par for saddling your horse,
You might consider sawing Sea Biscuit off at the knees before
Few chew sacred like them sewer cougars
Patient ’til the Lugar movers daytrip with them super cookers blazing
Divvy up the remarkable carcass, what a relief
And y’all ain’t even washed yesterday’s blood off your teeth
Behind the buck-bin Duane Reade aviators plated with the dookie brown tint sit
The googly off the daily paper
Clip red or blue (Blue!)
Either way the shredder chew
Letter to the editor messenger, let him through

Engine engine number nine, sock it to me one more time
Said uh, un-gowa, we got the power [x3]
Automatic systematic engine number nine, sock it to me one more time
Said un-gowa we got the power
Okay, do your thing [Echoes]
Family, do your thing, do your thing, stop

[Aesop Rock:]
I put a beetle on his back and take notes
Play a dealt hand. Kicks wing tips ’til the tank flips conveyor belt
Shelf a mayor saber for catering navy savior
Help who treat stray children like clay pigeons off the sailor’s deck
He squeaks ‘pull’, I freak the wool over the owl eye;
Filter sheepish winter through it’s sister on the outside
Meanwhile back at HQ, he’s twisting his moustache, hatching a plan to hate you
Shark fin dollar pay a ghost guild buckets
Hard pill to swallow and he knows pills, trust him
Drunkards of the crystal palace suck assignment
Walk the diamonds in the soles of your chukkas back to the slaves who mined ‘em
It’s Raggedy Andy clan; fancy the pretty stitches
’til he learned the skinny on the fragility’s physics
Like he snag a button eye on the fly by the barbs
Super glue the parts, now his students are alarmed
No worries, it’s snow flurries compared to what the sheriff wish:
Curfew the city that must not
Bust warn shots at a run-of-mill Waldo on a doctor hunt
He will make the most wonderful sarcophagus occupant

Engine engine number nine, sock it to me one more time
Said uh, un-gowa, we got the power [x3]
Automatic systematic engine number nine, sock it to me one more time
Said un-gowa we got the power
Okay, do your thing [Echoes]
Family, do your thing, do your thing, stop

[Aesop Rock:]
Rotten egg, not to be pegged as fashionably tardy
The difference is the latter got the freebies from the barkeep
Wait, Aes-fucking-Rock is in the building
The room looked up, looked down, kept sniffing
Slit the neck and slip the chip in, sipping anti-governmental zombie grog
But zombied up gladly on your Swiss Army watch
As if twitching upon your authored condition’s
Really that different from administered conditioning glitches
Kissing a firewater pitcher with the fatal Drano-chase game
It’s hiding in the Nang labeled with the day-glow face paint
Some buckle when the T-Rex treks shakes the puddles
My huggable jungle
My son of a dove cry, humble, even doves die
I took the black outta something to judge the lung by
I took the mag out like the crack out of a bum’s pipe
I hook the tag up like a flag over the plum sky
Mud pie cruiser with an oink for the innocent
I blame it on the ambiguous quote unquote system
If a quota needs some filling you’re a whore
Sincerely yours, engine number nine conductor
All aboard!

Engine engine number nine, sock it to me one more time
Said uh, un-gowa, we got the power [x3]
Automatic systematic engine number nine, sock it to me one more time
Said un-gowa we got the power
Okay, do your thing [Echoes]
Family, do your thing, do your thing, stop

AESOP ROCK-N.Y. Electric

[Verse 1]
I cut the ropes, breathe fresh puddles of pigeon blood and smoke
Load bazooka, scope the culprit hulks over a broken hookah
Got rebel camps with siphons amped to cookie cut the wattage
Electric ilk NY raised on b-movie sluts and gossip
Condition the bodega rodent moment composure
To echo numb and uncommon, dumb monkey pollen
My 23′s lean over a cobra motor milligram bender
Novelty, I tip lids prior to clipping the comradery
Check the muck out, When metal maggots burrow in Promised Land vein division
I tug my brim down over my stigmatism
Lo-pro, Paxil Rose, axel broke and butchered
Last catapult standing in a land of coke and hookers
It’s King Kong potluck, no parking for rickshaw loads of sock puppets and sitcoms
Just Krylon pigs bred in a hot boxed wigwam
Serotonin deficient teens demonstrate ease in the modern day uzi purchase
The foundation of their alacrity makes the umis nervous
Me? Oh I check the newest murals to see whose still bombing this fucker
And um….respect, find out what it means to me
New York, walk blocks with electric ninjas who bark bounce for trunked out whips
Like my company Delorian’s the shit
Skipper’s out of happy pills again, he’s in the neighbors garbage
He’s making paper dolls decorated with targets
He’s labeling the dolls with the names of shitty rap artists
Then tearing out the still beating heart from from the loose-leaf carcass
I ordered a hovercraft off the back page of an Archie comic
Built it in three days to float above snarky comments
My gills call the East River rock bottom home with three-eyed guppies and seahorse mutations
See New York is ancient Rome basic, basically stone faces
My friend jumped off the Empire State Building while I hung with 10th grade head cases
Some of them will blossom famous, some of them will blossom base heads
But they all rep rivets in the die-cast metal Voltron cadence, what!?

[Chorus]
N.Y. Electric, catalog, burners, pigs, magnums, crack, bag lady, roach bit, pristine kicks
Threading the iris of the needle. just for my people
Im’a thread the needlem just for my people
Breaker 1-9, 9-11-01 witness, maybe you don’t get this

[Verse 2]
Kill ‘em all slow, I was on a serious tree bender with my hands up at a C-Rayz-Walz show
Nether-citcuit bacon don’t police me anymore, your trained professionals demonstrate
41 shots over par
Least common denominator raise truth like Charlie, Willy, and Gramps
Raise roofs in a glass
Wonkavator, monster maker
Operate wild by the company of unturned stones and litter
Talk his way out of a sunburn and be home in time for dinner
Paid dues since before the days of bad acid and Quaaludes
While the boombox talks trash to the richter
Stalking awkward with a zip lock on the pill hole
Bitter fucker, nothing is free, I’ll spend my last dollar on me
Put one up for my family, should’ve made time to thank ‘em
Put one up for my crew, for recognizing the sanctum
Put one up for the socially broke, choked and smokey
New York piss hiss bleed dolby, homey

[Chorus]

AESOP ROCK-No Regrets

Lucy was 7 and wore a head of blue barettes
City born, into this world with no knowledge and no regrets
Had a piece of yellow chalk with which she’d draw upon the street
The many faces of the various locals that she would meet
There was joshua, age 10
Bully of the block
Who always took her milk money at the morning bus stop
There was Mrs. Crabtree, and her poodle
She always gave a wave and holler on her weekly trip down to the bingo
parlor
And she drew
Men, women, kids, sunsets, clouds
And she drew
Skyscrapers, fruit stands, cities, towns
Always said hello to passers-by
They’d ask her why she passed her time
Attachin lines to concrete
But she would only smile
Now all the other children living in or near her building
Ran around like tyrants, soaking up the open fire hydrants
They would say
“Hey little Lucy, wanna come jump double dutch?”
Lucy would pause, look, grin and say
“I’m busy, thank you much”
Well, well, one year passed
And believe it or not
She covered every last inch of the entire sidewalk,
And she stopped-
“Lucy, after all this, you’re just giving in today??”
She said:
“I’m not giving in, I’m finished,” and walked away

[Chorus: x2]
1 2 3
That’s the speed of the seed
A B C
That’s the speed of the need
You can dream a little dream
Or you can live a little dream
I’d rather live it
Cuz dreamers always chase
But never get it

Now Lucy was 37, and introverted somewhat
Basement apartment in the same building she grew up in
She traded in her blue barettes for long locks held up with a clip
Traded in her yellow chalk for charcoal sticks
And she drew
Little bobby who would come to sweep the porch
And she drew
The mailman, delivered everyday at 4
Lucy had very little contact with the folks outside her cubicle day
But she found it suitable, and she liked it that way
She had a man now: Rico, similar, hermit
They would only see each other once or twice a week on purpose
They appreciated space and Rico was an artist too
So they’d connect on saturdays to share the pictures that they drew
(Look!)
Now every month or so, she’d get a knock upon the front door
Just one of the neighbors,
Actin nice, although she was a strange girl, really
Say, “Lucy, wanna join me for some lunch??”
Lucy would smile and say “I’m busy, thank you much”
And they would make a weird face the second the door shut
And run and tell their friends how truly crazy Lucy was
And lucy knew what people thought but didn’t care
Cuz while they spread their rumors through the street
She’d paint another masterpiece

[Chorus x2]

Lucy was 87, upon her death bed
At the senior home, where she had previously checked in
Traded in the locks and clips for a head rest
Traded in the charcoal sticks for arthritis, it had to happen
And she drew no more, just sat and watched the dawn
Had a television in the room that she’d never turned on
Lucy pinned up a life worth’s of pictures on the wall
And sat and smiled, looked each one over, just to laugh at it all
No Rico, he had passed, ’bout 5 years back
So the visiting hours pulled in a big flock o’ nothin
She’d never spoken once throughout the spanning of her life
Until the day she leaned forward, grinned and pulled the nurse aside
And she said:
“Look, I’ve never had a dream in my life
Because a dream is what you wanna do, but still haven’t pursued
I knew what I wanted and did it till it was done
So I’ve been the dream that I wanted to be since day one!”
Well!
The nurse jumped back,
She’d never heard Lucy even talk,
‘Specially words like that
She walked over to the door, and pulled it closed behind
Then Lucy blew a kiss to each one of her pictures
And she died.

[Chorus x2]

1 2 3…
A B C…

AESOP ROCK-No City

[Verse 1:]
For want of a nail the shoe was lost
For want of a shoe the horse was lost
For want of a horse the rider was lost
For want of a rider the battle was lost
For want of a battle the kingdom was lost
And all for the want of a horse shoe
There is a hole in front of the shovel, shovel in front of the brawn
Six billion gorillas for whom the graves yawn
Each withered his mule-ish days to choose his tool of trade
Dueling blades that cue the cruel charade and fuel the flames
If you would clue the crew into the civil
Just get the food and land like you the man who flew the coop over the pit-bulls
Dash back flashy to compassionate nano police
Sat beneath an avalanche and jagged and nautical seas
And I would stop the violence more than I was Pontius Pilate
Cops and robbers riot by the vows of noxious sirens
A is gullible he figure all man equal no brainer
Take it his friends and neighbors didn’t cater
Moms raised the babies through a very church-y eighties
Sunday mornings reinforced the waiting gates of Haties
And he brazen but apparently infernal bound now
For when a man had coughed recite his wrongs he wouldn’t bow down
The punishment should fit the reasons you must punish him
Never puncture skin or pull the colored rugs from under them
Two opposing mother ships shall not employ the gunner’s deck
Cause brotherhoods of public good do not employ the unctuous in you
Observing how the giveth is disproportionate to the taketh away decide to maketh his day
All the stoic odium glowing a coal holster
When he coulda stood easily in the tub juggling toasters

[Chorus:]
No mountain too high
No city too far
No coma tonight
No city tomorrow
No fire too live
No city too charred
To treaty to sign
No city to guard

[Verse 2:]
I pick the phone up with a grown-up mode approach
Skin crawlin off the drawl and now it clawed the awkward tone up
I’d known it wasn’t roses but hoped it was less corrosive
Coast in to the focus of the grossest diagnosis like
Holmes, the barnicles that chew upon the flesh of man
Have clued into suitor’s capital to a beggars hand
Comfortably, sung a stubborn legacy of gluttony
With carnivores that burrow like hunters into the blood and meat
Umm, what?!?
The chinny chin up and the city picked her sinning pen up let her numb the spitting stigma
Along came a spider sold her eggs to any buyer
Now the shooter in back is six legs wider than the driver
If you make no friends on the way to the top rung
There is no secret handshake club I do not give a fuck
But know the cancers make the olive branches obviously standard
So when they extend from the yachts and mansions drop your cannons
All kings hang em for the cliff side drip dry
Will he clip to zip line or slip for his final dip dive
If he live, will he survive the milligrams of middle ground
They pump into the pinstripe pentagrams over tinsel town
Or kill a man who trickled down the city with his scissors out as sickles
Dipped in military hells bells and whistles
Riders to the east
Now the wild tribes
Thank you for the peace on earth and mercy miled high

[Chorus:]
No mountain too high
No city too far
No coma tonight
No city tomorrow
No fire too live
No city too charred
To treaty to sign
No city to guard

And all for the want of a horse shoe

AESOP ROCK-No Jumper Cables

Burn train buffers
My fancy
Up jumps the boogie delivering eye jammies
Walk through the muck with a clutch on a trident
Never give a fuck how far Pi went
You are dealing with a reborn icicle age poltergeist

Uprock, sidewalk cycles stuck at the bus stop
Wookie foot must not sleep
Under the invaders
No batteries
No jumper cables

Wired underagers play box cutter facelift
Rock utter makeshift spirit
To y’all I’m just a funny moniker with a couple of fresh records
And a bangin’ hand style to put the jukies On the guest list

Walk for that
Metal train graf brainiac
Walk for them
Not a limelight
more to blush alizarin crimson
when the multi million
Tin men suck traditional rituals
Out the homes of starving children
And I bet they can see the city bleeding from the satellites
Formed by the corporate war drums recorded poorly
Dirty dub vamp.
Bruised by the hues of wicked pallets
Chewed by the tooth of livid maggots
Dino DNA and cola, straight no chaser
Mars attacks colorfulness
I piss raptors on motherships

Hazy days will stay purple
Cause Cips with a Z bargain
Like Crazy Eddie commercials

Go Ah AH AHH AHHH
network with a dirt devil
Burn train buffers.
Hi!
Cute the way your little parasol spins.
Bye!
Suck my Neanderthal dick.
Catapults spit.
Losing the screws and bolts
and all they heard’s crews gulp in bulk and sulk in volts
Zap!
Radio m-m-m-m-mayhem, fine.
Suicidal eye full of plastic nine.
Bang!

No batteries [etc]

Come on

Catapult
Jump motherfuckers
No batteries
Catapult
Jump motherfuckers
No cables

They only came to buff the name stuck the train
That’s a textbook page
for my seed up in flames

Catapult
Jump motherfuckers
No batteries
Catapult
Jump motherfuckers
No cables

Curators cater to killers of innovators
I’m a staple
No batteries no jumper cables

Choke train buffers like a headlocked Ed Koch
Nurture the craft of concrete visionaries
Cave painters screaming “Loosen the cuffs!”
Cave paintings get the natural history feather dust
Pick a lust.

Limo tint stretch delorian chrome sittin on twenties
Then I walk to the stouge, burning my laundry
Lo Pro, fucked up jeans back at the party spinning Kane meets Flight of the Valkryies in a heartbeat.
Saber tooth, catalog, city art, liturgy
Ranger Ricks endanger the clique maximum efficiency
And isn’t that dope?
The line of blind winged Pygars and how they wallow planks into the matmos.
Binder bibles and a graphite prison violator
with Joshua for the war gamer systems.

Now the architects are rioting cause we built something different
I’m like how the fuck sure shot evolution not my business?

My elephant television was on.
Grape soda, Grape ape, Great space coaster,
DnD, GI Joe, Transformer, Herculiod, ThunderCat, Voltron, Speed Racer, Space Ghoster.
Kiss the flickering images with Carroll Ann fingertips,
C-4 to four chamber skips,
Ohh shit…

They say his eyes were spiraling back when he hit the mat
Woke first words: “Oh it’s like that?”
Started bendin spoons and rippin arrows outa lady hawks
With a C3P unit tryin to interpret the baby talk

Burn train buffers
Right turn woulda missed the iceberg, fine.
But you don’t like our kind. Do you?
Junkyard Dog. Hot tin roofs cradle kittens with them sub par flaws.
Rappin is my radio, graffiti is my TV.
B-boys keep them windmills breezy.

Catapult
Jump motherfuckers
No batteries
Catapult
Jump motherfuckers
No cables

They only came to buff the name stuck the train
That’s a textbook page
for my seed up in flames

Catapult
Jump motherfuckers
No batteries
Catapult
Jump motherfuckers
No cables
Curators cater to killers of innovators
I’m a staple.

No batteries no jumper cables

Catapult
Jump motherfuckers
No batteries
Catapult
Jump motherfuckers
No cables

They only came to buff the name stuck the train
That’s a textbook page
for my seed up in flames

Catapult
Jump motherfuckers
No batteries
Catapult
Jump motherfuckers
No cables
Curators cater to killers of innovators
I’m a staple.

No batteries no jumper cables

Don’t get cooked by the pilot light
I can smell metal in the air tonight
I can smell metal in the air tonight
I can smell metal in the air tonight
Don’t get cooked by the pilot light
I can smell metal in the air tonight
I can smell metal in the air tonight
I can smell metal in the air tonight

AESOP ROCK-None Shall Pass

[Verse 1:]
Flash that buttery, gold
Jittery, zeitgeist, wither by the watering hole
What a patrol…
What are we to Heart Huckabee?
Art fuckery, suddenly?
Not enough young in his lung for the waterwings?
Colorfully vulgar poacher, out of mulch
Like, “I’m a pull the pulse out a soldier and bolt.”

(Fine…)
Sign of the time we elapse
When a primate climb up a spine and attach
Eye for an eye by the bog life swamps and vines
They get a rise out of frogs and flies
So when a dogfight’s hog-tied prize sort of costs a life
The mouths water on a fork and knife
And the allure isn’t right
No score on a war-torn beach
Where the cash cow’s actually beef
Blood turns wine when it leak for police
Like, “That’s not a riot it’s a feast. Let’s eat!”

[Chorus:]
And I will remember your name and face
On the day you are judged by “The Funhouse” cast
And I will rejoice in your fall from grace
With a cane to the sky like, “None shall pass.”

[Verse 2:]
Now if you never had a day a snow cone couldn’t fix
You wouldn’t relate to the rogue vocoder blitz
How he spoke through a NoDoz motor on the fritz
‘Cause he wouldn’t play rollover fetch like a bitch
And express no regrets, though he isn’t worth a homeowner’s piss
To the jokers who pose by the glitz

(Fine…)
Sign of the swine in the swarm
When a king is a whore who comply and conform
Miles outside of the eye of the storm
With a siphon to lure out a prize and award
While avoiding the vile and bizarre that is violence and war
True blue triumph is more!
Like, “Wait, let him snake up out of the centerfold.”
“Let it break the walls of Jericho.”
“Ready? Go!”
Sat where the old, cardboard city folk
Swap tales with heads like every other penny throw

[Chorus:]
And I will remember your name and face
On the day you are judged by “The Funhouse” cast
And I will rejoice in your fall from grace
With a cane to the sky like, “None shall pass.”

[Verse 3:]
Okay, woke to a grocery list
Goes like this:
Duty and death
Anyone object, come stand in the way
You could be my little Snake River Canyon today
And I ran with a chain of commands
And a jet pack strapped where the backstab lands if it can

(Fine…)
Sign of the vibe in the crowd
When I cut a belly open to find what climb out
That’s quite a bit of gusto he muster up
To make a dark horse rush like, “Enough’s enough!”
It must’ve… struck a nerve so they huff and puff
Till all the king’s men fluster and clusterfuck
And it’s a beautiful thing
To my people who keep an impressive wingspan even when the cubicle shrink
You got to pull up the intruder by the root of the weed
NY chew through the machine…

[Chorus:]
And I will remember your name and face
On the day you are judged by “The Funhouse” cast
And I will rejoice in your fall from grace
With a cane to the sky like, “None shall pass.”

AESOP ROCK-Night Light

[Voice:] “Day turns Night” [x8]

[Aesop Rock]
Night Light suckas..
Put one up shackle me, not clean logic procreation
I did invent the wheel, in a previous generation
While the triple sixers lassos keep angels roped in the basement
I locate my old halos and pass em out to the pavement
Y’all catch a 30-second flash frame
Dirty cooperative Neptune bloom head-trip split
Fantastic! Fathom the splicing of major league low lifes
With anti hero earthworm mentality (Godzilla!)
I paste my game to zero all completion
See a cretin’s still a cretin even speakin’ altered moniker
American nightmare lost in the monitor
I’ll hold the door open so you can stagger through
Then ten berserk and bread cookies in after you
It’s the gutter and I spell it with the ‘G’ I stole from “Get the fuck up”
Noise crutch stolen wretched refuse of my teaming dumb luck
Still I promise temperance storm breed still bleeding Amish
See the freaks sucked out the bottom dropped 3 bears and a baby in a cottage
And I can’t sleep now
Yeah, the police’ll laugh
You won’t be laughing when your covered wagons crash
You won’t be laughing when you’re hosted by the ghost of Christmas past
You won’t be laughing when your blow up doll’s
got a headache and won’t give up the ass
And I lay my kicks to rest when I’m impressed
So I staple-gun them to my feet
This origami dream is beautiful: pull the tail watch the wings flap
But you really can’t do a thing with that

All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day
Swallow up the pieces
Spit ‘em at your species
Reachin’ the city of lost barnacles and leeches
Night-light got me when the daylight went to evening
Night (Light) Day (Light) [x8]

I’m pretty sure I got a pulse.. plus
We Shimmy cross the centerfold, and our night light engulfed
Just let me keep the crumbs (Please)
With seven deadly stains
To hear the plane to crystal conscious
The results a dead-beat trying to make a dollar off a bomb threat (OK)
Lift me to activism chain activate wild-style Pluto orbit
Set a course then push the button
I swallow spores born by the laws of a morbid glutton
I can spot a drunk battalion by the Charlie Chaplin waddle
Zig zag and zig ‘em again before they can pull a badge out
But I lash out
Another thick installment of one night in Gotham like
“Houston we have a problem”
They’re buffing the trains the same days the graffiti writers bomb ‘em
Who split how many freaks on box cuts of a high road bellow?
Heads ripped! Watch red bricks turn yellow
I’ll try to meet the wizard
But a tailgating tit-man holding an oil can
won’t let a hermit crab break in his new shell-toes
Life’s not a bitch, life is a beotch
who keeps the villagers circling the marketplace
out searching for the G-spot
Maybe she didn’t feel y’all shared any similar interests
Or maybe you’re just an asshole; maybe I’m just an asshole
Kiss the speaker wire, seaming swashbuckler or pagan thresh hold
Stomach full of diner food
Wings span cast black upon views
Here to help release the rabbit hounds or pick apart your mood
I got this friend of polar nature and it’s all peace
When I seek similar stars but can’t sit at the same feast
Metal Captain!
This cat is asking if I’ve seen his bit of lost passion
I told him: “Yeah” I gave him one last look and smashed him

All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day
Swallow up the pieces
Spit ‘em at your species
Reachin’ the city of lost barnacles and leeches
Night-light got me when the daylight went to evening
Night (Light) Day (Light)..

AESOP ROCK-Mars Attacks

These lil’, lil’ fuckin’ Martians
You gotta love em’ though

Mars attacks wit’ electric gats
Not for sapien abduction (what’s up then?!)
Billy took a laser to the mug piece; hollowed out the mandible
Channel headquarters order the cannonballs (Mars attacksssss)
We have high demands column to this pigeon ankle
And boomeranging’ our harvest; 51st area sickness
Not a threat, an area witness won’t injure the promise
Monster lead- carry your ligament fanged in the mosh pit
Dodge vapor, labor days are major A sir
Cater the alien decomposer soldier platter like cabbage check eight
I told her “go for C4 magic’s”
Smolder as the Bazooka Tooth holster fabric
(This fucker’s rabid and still breathing!) (Hiding cabbage!)
Oh, the heater claps to leave me
I’ma ninja this shit wit’ sugar in the fuel tank of the saucer
Buddy up and head down to the metal corporate tunnels
Ice pick the soldered ship wiring; pissed of the mother and um,
I’d be lying if I said I knew your intentions
See my sexy sabotage seeks defensive action to save the race
You land in hand on board to mention magma (Blaze the place!)
Red five revival there’s wires in the bible
Obviously, ultra take advance when I point counterpoint
Comparison of ET verse little old freak me (She be on somethin’)
Hey riddle sweet peas wit’ your nickel PCs; fickle CDs, miserable TV sitcom (typical!)
Pathetic. Ritual. Collective slackership
Beautiful establishment; you aint established shit! I consider you foul
Prowl back to the numbers under burnt pride in the dark (sup yall!)
They want us dead or alive without the ‘aliiivee’ Part
The sun rose over a body bag shortage
Last week I was like ‘god bless the saint that invented the cordless’
This week I saw the re-wrap of the bull’s-eye of my worship
Temple body slash bull-cabinet Mastermind diversions (Fuck yall!)
Lets do this shit, my movement soothes any space invader practice
Stomped under enemy like “Hey what now, bitch!?”
Hiding human hear me rise above material and cardinal sin
They shot me in the face

Mars wins [X5]

(Puffin’ smoke) Run around with your face on fire
(Jet-black smoke on the horizon) Black smoke in the air.
Maaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrsssss wins! (I thought you would like it)
(We gon’ make it) Who you screaming at dog?
I got this! (Lets go)

Zig zag zookah, pinnacle stitch
Unleash the unlimited edish primitive piss
I’m singin’ cynical maybe the most military ops
Monkey! Here’s elephant, and it drops
We on a three-ringed prong ancient elephant tusk
Bitter, at fully (break bread!) you shruggin’ it off
Keep it electric, sure, But NY Electra’s not about electric wars
Never seen a poor man’s glimpse set fake (Last page!)
Three, two, one, domesticate!
In the corner of the cave reinventing the wheel and roll out funny
Sittin’ on them Barney Rubble twenties, subtle
Sippin’ Saber tooth blood puddle-
I could roll with the lackey’s, that’s if we hustle
Knuckle in the mud, hell’s bells in the chuckle..
Red-berried face means smugger round the muzzle
I’m allergic to the now-born solo panel cutters stole quo to the core (dirt mess!)
Stone cold’s hands out core cryogenics, stubborn
Can’t talk shit wit’ a tongue full a’ rug burn!
Bad cholesterol through blood sugar
Four-piece heartbeats wit’ a subwoofer!
I’m not asking you to act like you notice (Oh Aesop’s SO Mesozoic.)
Now what if in the cabin built the old pulping?
Opened the mirror, stole a pulse with the voltage
Keeping me alive is the vibe with the Vulcan’s (hope!)
I’m the divine catapult (Catapult!)
I break it down to the bunk for the crooks wit’ the goals of a angel
Eat. Sleep. Fuck.
Structural droids; more bangs for the buck
But they want a last stegosaurs – thorns in the glove (buck wit’ it!)
Prehistoric land shark business, cradling the arms of the car man’s kidney
Swarm to the sickly thawed out the glacier
Beggin’ for the freezer burn; back every day sir!
Sir, your science loves to fuck nature
Sir, your right to the dawn of my day sir
Sir, your violent laugh homing beacon’s never set;
Who chase till we all catch vapors
Don’t call it a sound-off, “Mars Attacks” be the malarkey downfall
It’s not a game no more, run from the flash, leave your penny at the door
A lot of magic gadgets; give em’ all back just to nullify the savage
Mic’s crumble we be rockin’ right; in the year of the Troglodyte
Saw a grey mouse rabid poured on a board to the dull morose world like a lull in a storm
And I know you was hopin’ that the piece for the ox was a dull sword, ah
(Guess what, it’s not!) Guess what else, I transmit from the block!
T-Rex – X-Ray with triple X Hex (give it up!)
For the yesterdays, or the next I can assure you if the RZA got the sword, (dead flesh!)

Aint no time left. (Keep ya head up now)
Maaaaarrrrrrrrssss wins! (I thought you would like it)
Your head will be down in the dirt
We’ll end it real quick
Maaaaarrrrrrrrssss wins! (See how strong you are then..)
Your head down with a mouth full of pebbles
That’s it man, no time left.
Ya’ll keep talkin’. It’ll get you nowhere…

AESOP ROCK-Nickel Plated Pockets

Yo, (Alright Ok)
Can I get a quarter or something?
Little hungry, you know what I’m saying? (Alright Ok)
Homeless…
I need a Lucy yo…
(Yo…)

[VERSE ONE]
Walk into the store with a pocket full of nickels
And a city full of horns, jackhammers, and rape whistles
The alley cats manipulate the blocks with gutter magic
Today my heart beats only out of habit
Check it, it’s like..
My man Jus used to keep an ox between his teeth
Said he could spit it with pinpoint accuracy if there was beef
We chuckled out loud
Still the thought of it intrigued me, (right)
So now I keep a jackal under my tongue to spit with related reasoning
The earthworm turbulent murder burnout Gerber baby no brain or memoir stardom
Alarmed, pardon the old buzz deader
Robert Crumb ugly dumb image
Barely sprung barely no grimace
Nearly cut cherry blood’s picket wrist back in high school (now it’s like)
Spy with a millipede pentagon pirate
navigates cities’ sump systems
Urbanite turbines
Twisted Pistons
Termites that infect sturdy grillage
There’s roaches in the pillars (Spillover)
And crawl across commuter-clean wingtips and loafers
It’s the theme park I built
Pocket full of nickels for cigarettes, gum
and milk, bitterness, love, and violence
I’m writing a petition to have smoking as a sport
in the 2002 Summer Olympic Games (wanna sign it?)
Now look, I jux germs draggin a gavel knee deep in a maggot hatchery
Operation capture flag by any means
If this means anything at all, anyway it’s a riddle
Walk into the store with a pocket full of nickels

[SEGUE 1: Vast Aire & Aesop Conversing]
Ay uh, yo excuse me (Ay Yo) yo
Can I borrow a dollar or something? (Ah sorry man) nickel?
(Sorry man, I can’t help you out dog) Quarter?
Something man? (Yeah I only got enough for like cigarettes and shit man)
Alright man, I see how it is (I’m straight)

[VERSE TWO]
Walk into the store with a pocket full of nickels
And a city full of World Trade Center victim candle vigils
There’s anthrax in our mailboxes and Xanax in my tummy
There’s a single Spanish female out west traveling the country
Freak of [?] league lazer major running bases
Neighborhood watch weasels pacing ugly acres more than often
If I ever make it big, I’m gonna build a skyscraper tall enough to piss on
cloud 9 egos from my corner office
You can’t pull the plug on a catapult (nope)
I toss a nickel to a bum’s cup from twenty paces thumbs up
Got twenty ways to tell you shut the fuck up
Nineteen of ‘em are 24 bars long, the other one goes (SHUT THE FUCK UP!)
And an electronic daddy long legs stay grimy up in your zoning wall
Groveling villagers, trying to hide behind the windmill
I just got in pig-back through subway tunnels with a third rail nearest
While most still try to penetrate the alligator plants (It goes)
Back in the class, throwing pencils at professors
And making barbarellas giggle
That’s when life’s pleasures were simple
Now it takes a dancing bear jumping through flaming hoops
to even make em buy the god-forsaken single!
Though shall not desecrate the soothing spiral
Altered by a classic cut to vinyl
Find that in the Bible!
My insult Militia’ll fix you up
I’ll light the pyramid shaped torso
with your hollow numbskull balancing on top
Now if you got a lock and gas mask outside of your own apartment
You could pretty safely quote Shamar
Life’s Ill, sometimes Life might kill, sometimes prayers dwindle
Walk into the store with a pocket full of nickels

[SEGUE 2: Vast Aire & Aesop Conversing]
Yo (ay what’s up man?) Yo can I ohh…
No..Never mind man (I can’t help you out man)
Asshole! (Yo man, I’m trying to help myself out right now)
Fucking asked you for a Lucy and you turned me down (Dog, I’m sorry dog!)

[VERSE THREE]
Walk into the store, same pocket, same nickels
In a city where every crack in the sidewalk’s a symbol
Where there’s crack in the basement, where there’s crack in the slave ships
Where there’s crack whores and corrupt pigs killing cats trying to crack cases
My boombox runs on a baboon heart transplant (This is hell!)
I got a poltergeist on a leash trained by Caroline herself
Two Thousand something…
Technology aid itself glutton
Every move I make’s from a robot gepetto pressing a red button
It’s Vietnam in the fumes
Yes I run with cannibals that bite the hand
that feeds cuz it tastes better than the food
The prickly outer shell’s genetic, it helps defense mode
But it also helps to fuck up a couple of sacred friendships
Watch a six legged insect crawl out of the billy goat beard
Watch a sick makeshift bitch threat fall out when the filthy smoke clears
Watch the insect’s stinger sting threat till it has sweat a bullet
Sweat a full clip, sweat a river, dead the bullshit, sail away and wither
You’re the kind of cat that rolls a pimped out Caddy
dropped with rims and limousine tints bucking Enya
Insert laughter here
I wanna rap a lot and stack cheddar by the fistful
But for now, I walk into the store with a pocket full of huhh…

[OUTRO: Vast Aire & Aesop conversing]
Excuse me man (alright ok)
Can I..Can I borrow a dollar or something to eat?…
(alright ok) I’m..I’m hungry
I’m saying yo…(alright ok) (Look at that..)
I’m homeless man (Look at that bum) (alright ok)
I fought for this country man (yeah)
Sleep on park benches….starvin’
All I need is like a lucy and like a sandwich or somethin’ man..
Wiping my ass with the Daily News man…c’mon man..
Sleepin’ with squirrels (Oh my god, What are you doing with that squirrel?)

AESOP ROCK-Maintenance

[Aesop Rock]
Count that for me…thanks

[Robotic voice 4x]
One, two, one, two, three, four

[Aesop Rock]
Well any asshole with a book of matches can light a fire fresh
Make that sucker burn for days, I’ll be impressed
Circlin past the culture’s bigot, procreation baked in advanceable
Then ball and scurry up the grass to roll his marbles off the anthill
I know gerth and nature but recognize absentee ballot
And sappy ballads couldn’t fill the void
This game’s in the giant Tugboat Complex and HE’S ANNOYED!
(No one’s asking you to feel the narc, brother!)
Hmm, it’s fashion
I’ll find my own bullies to shake a finger wrapped in
Realigned mine knives in divine justice
Plus this uncontrollable laugh with those ample waves of brain finally crash
Brimstone clone with legs and dim poems
Ten little Zen crafts
Things cooperate like paper dog participants litigans
Picket well or ride or burner style clinic
Acid with the basics
P-H imbalance to burn the malice martyrs spaceless
Then fabricate daytrips
I want to be the halo that jumps off the brain
Of the genius who decided some pictures deserved frames
(God and I are on a first name basis)
Yeah I call him God, he calls me Jesus
When I lost my religion, he fell to pieces
Blade, dragon, up hell’s creek
Interrupting a devil pagent
Starfighter settling to madness
I keep my ghoul spirit concealed
Until the warriors return to the Coney Isle Wonder Wheel

[Chorus 4x]
My momma told me there’d be days like this
Days like this, days like this, days like this (yes she did)

[Robotic voice 4x]
One, two, one, two, three, four

[Aesop Rock]
Okay, tell me who you chill with and I’ll tell you who you are
I walk a mile with a leash attached to your freak seminar
It’s a modern sensation on the boulevard of maintenance
To sweep your broken hopes under the rugs then hug the playpen
This revolution pushing through the loose pins and a strait jacket
A maverick classed in a bunk category
They had him parallel with a tattered glory division
(I could devil drink dreams out of thermos)
Yeah, with a whiskey afterburn
It’s like, nine o’clock wake (I’m up) spit obscentities
My girl ties on my cape, smoke a bone then work my dental tree
The clear day’s laced with a classic mother nature thunderchaser set
That got my papergrain’s wings wet
Voyeurist amendments lack expansive coverage in the syllabus
I dance with shuckles while you man the keyhole grilling code
I’ve done my chores according to God’s schedule
With coffee holding the wheel and nicotine working the pedals
Metal edge kings that tends to rapel the pebble
Kettle screaching out the operetta
I live to autograph the iron curtain with doveback feather pens
Spurting magma, cursing television urns to burn until my Cleopatra
Minor (Major) dispersed slap on the wrist
For the tennants lacking the arms to harbor the rarity of thick friendship
Stuck with a “Yes sir”
Change of fatigue to ankle
Each beneath the angle
I’ma call home until the rock meets the angels

[Chorus 4x]

[Robotic voice - repeat to fade]
One, two, one, two, three, four

AESOP ROCK-Pigs

[Verse 1:]
Sharks in the dunk tank, vipers in the garden
Locusts stole the groceries out the local Farmer’s Market
All God’s critters hold positions
Some are violent, some are victims
Each alive is an equal and vital piston I support
So when the piranhas honor New York
My daddy long legs dangled and mangled for sport
And while I bring in every dink in the kingdom with open wings
It all boils down to them shit-soaked pigs
The pigs, the pigs, the dregs of what y’all aim for
The gluttonous muddy stomachs under the pudgy cakehole
Two-track braniac using the food and payroll
To chew up and consume every cookie, crumb, and peso
And place a cloven hoof on the lucrative when convenient
As the bourbon-odor smokers’ coughs smolder off the Cohiba
If Noah had the benefit of hindsight on his ship
He could’ve snatched two unicorns and left behind the motherfucking…

[Chorus:]
Pigs!
God damn… pigs!
Potbelly… pigs!
Punch-drunk… pigs!
Take money, money… pigs!
Loudmouth… pigs!
Wide load… pigs!
Let’s make a deal…

[Verse 2:]
When all the wolves in woolly wigs
Have huffed, and puffed, and blew the bricks
The skulls of Brooklyn’s cruelest pigs
Will rain on Fulton’s newest kicks
As mulish swine of all surrounding counties sniff the gruesomeness
We pass around the pineapples and pull the pins in unison
I will gladly feed you to the breed who wants you sacrificed
No pagan or sacrilege, just bacon for scavengers
I will gladly seat you with the chickens, not the passengers
Hopefully the crack in his armor spreads to his avarice
Never that, Wilburs multiply quicker than triples
And hunt their truffles in fistfuls, but it was all bells and whistles
Bougie this and Bougie that…
War pig or pussy cat…
Glitzy to the pork ribs, had to gold-leaf the booby traps
Powder-pink, double-breasted, mess of mud and money
Waddle off the fire to make his stubborn tummy wroggle
And while I don’t really know the working details of your tribes
I know that that’s one ugly fucking tie

[Chorus:]
Asshole… pigs!
God damn… pigs!
Potbelly… pigs!
Punch-drunk… pigs!
Take money, money… pigs!
Loudmouth… pigs!
Wide load… pigs!
Let’s make a deal…

[Verse 3:]
Apple in his mouth, Maraschino eyes
Party like the butcher boy’s cleaver is alive
I mosey into sixteen hours of smoke in the misty winter
To see the county fair’s blue ribbon winner as dinner
Then dance until the sun has kissed your blisters in the morning
As the misery was dormant and digging in crispy portions
Corporates fund, allure ‘em, and they whore ‘em
Or does he whore to corporates to expand the more important forums for ‘em?
Push the mortar pestle past the ordinary orchard
When the frilly border’s faded is the product mine or yours, pig?
Mine, plus I toss a token where I go:
Directly to the worms who shovel shit and yellow snow
This little piggy went to the market with a target
And will subsequently know the armor-piercing forks of farmers
Final words for the finer birds taking notes:
I dig a chicken pig tills, “That’s all Folks!”

[Chorus:]
Pigs!
God damn… pigs!
Potbelly… pigs!
Punch-drunk… pigs!
Take money, money… pigs!
Loudmouth… pigs!
Wide load… pigs!
Let’s make a deal…

AESOP ROCK feat. Camp Lo-Limelighters

[Aesop Rock:]
Pain cave uno
Smokin’ a broken Blue Note
Tar pit escape artist carcass, linger in the blue doze
Rose radio Lazarus via linear bark screaming
“I’m back to kill the video star and I’m double parked”

[Sonny Cheeba:]
You can kite this or yet maybe baby you won’t
Corvette, green Mercedes, steady one hundred four
When I’m stuntin’, simply stunnin’, funkin’ with twenty monkeys
They can be like “I’m talkin’ about WE”
Slap that orangutan, drop her on her knees
Please be very cautious, the funkin’ makes me nauseous
Hate the Bogota, the target it ain’t off it’s…right here
And the volume’s on three

[Geechi Suede:]
See, we keep the black plastic stuck in the elastics
Even Chevy’s heavy hallows lift you higher, legend has it
White crows crossing broken bridges
double deucy clickin’ but the round never runnin’ out
Pounds of your blood just comin’ out

[Chorus:]
We Limelighters
Up until the uglier unplug me
We limelighters
Kill it now, fade to black comfortably
Spark the dynomite till the limelight’s gone
As far as I can see the limelight stays on
And on and on and on
The limelight stays on and on and on
The limelight stays on and on and on
The limelight
So we got something built if we all die tonight

[Sonny Cheeba:]
She piss champagne and shit caviar
Don’t watch the stars, the stars ain’t fallin
Any sight of glimmer…Lo
Shimmering king, spring, they’re tremb-ling

[Aesop Rock:]
OK, the web (web) spread (spread) from Brooklynites to born in barn kittens
Who’s gimpy half step hid behind Noah’s Arc systems
Inconspicuously clustered with the boas, sharks and pigeons
Like Zoo York won’t clock them rusted crutches up mopping the ship deck
Texas hold ‘em pocket ace investment
Totem altimeter tiki torch it
Freak abort, fold or hold a cold cell in peak enforcement fortress
That’s a sheep corpse who under penumbra turned tail like a sea horse

[Geechi Suede:]
We got that…permanent ink, that’s stainin’ the paper
Murderer’s drink steamin’ my soul, I’m breathing green vapors
We them last of them falcons that’s soarin’ beyond your altitude
Please show us some gratitude, we’re carvin’ your grave for you

[Chorus]

[Aesop Rock:]
16 D batteries (back it up)
See the halflings flee the Shire before he tore open the packaging
Plus, minus, in proper Panasonic alignment
Pseudo Pliskins O.D. on kick drums
Snake, escape THAT environment

[Geechi Suede:]
Wave that colt .44
Bolts of ligtning with Travolta grease
Strip your skeleton, it’s swelterin’ inside Miami Heat
Your fishnet and red vette are sizzling
Shoot through chocolate city
Wonder Woman went whistling
Freeze, presidential sleaze with Egyptian cuts
Valentine Ave., Jack Daniels out of them plastic cups
Winter white pinstripe lookin’ Hugo
Poison Ivy out the windpipe blowin’ the crucial

[Sonny Cheeba:]
First they line up
We’ll divide them
SUEDE get the roscoe, then design ‘em
AESOP Rock box, drop the hot rod getaway car
And head up the rock highway

[Chorus]