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AESOP ROCK Bring Back Pluto

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This is my friend, Tony. He’s pretty cool.
Although he’s not always so smart.

[Aesop Rock]
And then there were eight (then there were eight).
Just like that.
(Bring back Pluto, bring back, bring back Pluto).
In the beginning it was Large Marge sent me
a bet, empty the rent if you can double-park the garbage barge gently
The moon took a second mortgage on the seventh house
Jupiter ain’t talk to Mars, he felt the host of rovers, sold him out

Close your mouth, poke your snout over the cloaked aroma cloud
Solar boy elope with couch choking on older Polaroids
Motormouth show for the golden molar toy
Gophers yoke a fish outta water he grows lungs and multiplies

Idol. Once soldering a perfect union
It is vital to calculate any ornery loose ends
If mutiny ensues the aloof is assumed nuisance
The clue is in his vacancy, the proof is in his goosebumps

Maroon the traitors, expecting anchors of edelweiss
Who later learned it may actually be safer to play with knives
I show up late looking project grizzly
Two bowies, a third for throwing, (an accomplished dickweed?)
Nothing, nada, nil, I stuff a lot of pill to gut.
What’s the proper rules on stuffing hostages in trucks?
He’ll be numb enough to chill before the choppers spill the blood
Buf if I’m not?

Fuck it.
Plug him, Warpy got his goddamn groove back
Jet setting on spec with a dead
The eddy on the roof rack
And miscreants will rubberneck jalopy euthanasia
Which will later be regretted when it’s your turn for cremation
And I walk like early man,
Freak a little witch hunt.
Gathering the carnies and exploiting every stigma
The malformed oddities amongst sovereignty’s normal
Shall abuse every vice imaginable right before you
All I thought of was the cloven hooved
And how the clip-clip-clopped over the woven roofs
With a nose for commotion and stolen goods
Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do
In the meantime
nine minus one left eight
In the meantime
nine minus one left eight
In the meantime
nine minus one left eight
We were busy putting barbs on a large iron gate

They’re gonna want his milk money next.

Stare into the glowing eye of Cerberus and grow
Forging of laminates will not repel the quarantined alone
(Someone should finish theese!-Zane)

[Like:]
You ain’t shit. This ain’t ill.
This is little Russian dolls that get smaller and smaller still.
This is a corpus full of pills, trying to sit still and build.
Cause eight planets bullied number nine until he fell.

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AESOP ROCK Catacomb Kids

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I was a dark, dumb student
No hooky rookie day trippin’ on visions of chickens that look like R. Crumb drew ’em
They grew ’em in a royal dirt of Suffolk county’s flooring with the blood of an alcoholic clergyman in his forearms
Long Island was porn stars and puppies pushin’ sniffles
Fit into the aforementioned or slipped through the pinholes
‘Zook slipped through the pinholes
Crispy the godsender who thunk over a quarter plunk to local Mortal Kom vender
Both the formal squad censor
Look down
Either side across the marsh before it was Awesome cars!
My calling card Calvary cooking an ’85 Dodge Ares
Gas for Huntington and back, barely
Equipped with Super-Soakers full of piss and an uncanny knack for constantly upsetting pigs by doing stupid shit
The kid … his ring king dummies to King Kullen, where he hollered Fuck the world from a parking lot in the suburbs
(What’s this?)
A couple spray cans and a little litter but they’d look at us like swindlers with them Ricky Kasso jitters
So fuck ’em, a glutton sunk into the alley for props
But things will still go bump when them halogens pop
Believe
I’ll be there when it happens
The shakin’ of the plates off the mantle
The snakin’ of the flames off the candle
The lady of the lake off the answers
Admitting the mistakes to their deplaning cadavers
Now it’s Rest in Peace Will Peterson whose heater sung disturbingly to further re-evaluate your beast of burden’s urgency
Damn, doggy
Good times, thanks
I wrote your name in wet cement by the corporate banks.

(What’s this?)
I’m an activator
Made a fire, made a wheel, made a snack for later
Catacomb kids cuddle up fantastic labor
When the towns be freak sleep
Trap the traitor
He will ask for papers
(What’s this?)
Say I’m an activator
Made a roof, made a weapon, made a flag per acre
By the snotty little nuzzle of a latch-key neighbor
When the folk push aggie over some dap with ?gators
He will catch the vapors

Couple Playboy mudflaps and hell on his heels
Beautifully echoed in the pace at which he shoveled his meals
Like not a farmer among us had a harvest survive the winter
So dinner split a lima bean and triplets, pick a winner
Took a couple summers pukin’ pills behind the dumpster
As the largest pez dispenser on record recouped his numbers
One shoe in the soupy gutter
One shoe in the velvet heaven?
Where the mermaids Harlem Shakin’ by a lake of melted weapons
(What’s this?)
You could dance purty with the hooligan nation
Who will be patiently awaiting zoo-keeper facelift?
Extra
The days of yore painted similar uber-ape shit
We’ve merely updated the ancient 8-bit
Yeah
I’m dumber than a cow on a roof in a flood
Who’s not as dumb as the watered-down beef from the burgers that jumped
I’m dumber than a Taz on a beach chair with a martini
Who’s not as dumb as the tat wit the same scenery
Sparky nails pig stigmata for all good sport
Garbage pail kids unite at the mall food court
They chase cheese fries with Binaca
They had shut the school down early
There were bombs inside the lockers
No concept of the problem
We responded like a snow day
It was clobber shit to flotsam
‘Till the cops said it was okay
Okay
Show the squadrons back into their boxes like his Breakfast Club of hotheads show no progress to the doctors
And I walk into the office, coughin’ awfully at their often
Flood a parking meter fever, knucle up for Love and Rockets
It was rain of the razor laser
Day of the cloudy howdy
Flight of the shelter melter
You can bow without me

Knock ’em out the box, Ace

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AESOP ROCK None Shall Pass

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[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.

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AESOP ROCK Keep Off The Lawn

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[Intro:]
Good evening!
Alright… Yeah!
Happy to be breathing…
Yeah!
I am alive…
Yeah!
(I am alive…)
Yeah…

[Bridge:]
(You look like you’ve seen a ghost.)
(You look like you’ve seen a ghost.)

[Verse 1:]
Most copious
Rain soak the opiates
Notice how the phobias appropriately procreate
Woke up with a ghost farm focused on his groceries
When they aren’t telling stories, they are multiplying grossly on the lawn
Let ’em loiter, never let ’em spawn
The apparitions have been drinking this water for too long
So when they gather by the birdbath in the morning he will tell ’em
I mean no disrespect, but you have all outstayed your welcome.
Interesting, in a sense…
Interrupt commiserating phantoms on your picket fence
How quickly they will lift their heads
And breathe an ultimatum like, The dead don’t argue.
Said, You’re living by the bayonet, but how alive are you?
Shit, ‘A’ is all juice and bad etiquette
Elbows on the table, lobster bibbing on the ready-set
He said, But how alive?
I don’t know homey, you decide.
( No, you decide. )
Fine…

[Chorus:]
How alive? Too alive…
How alive? Too alive…
How alive? Too alive…

[Verse 2:]
And one by one around the yard, till each one felt communal pride
Like they had done their little part in cleaning up the public
With a steaming plate of justice for them Easy Baker stomachs (Say what?)
We the legends that home with the unremembered
Geriatric lore in the clutch of the budding censor
Who snuck around the art police and all related governments
To infiltrate a human lung and hike up off his tongue and lip
Ahh…
Money’s in the market for a mother ship
Double as a vessel that drag it’s legacy under it
And who am I to hang them out to dry by the heap?
When if rehydrating fails, we’re all dumber because of me
Zombies of the antiquated nation chatter quietly
The too alive channel from the library of rivalry
And summer’s in the mud, winter’s by the tracks
No story goes untold, Aes is back!

[Bridge:]
I got a handful rocking the same poker face
Down to dance around the table like they own the place
(You look like you’ve seen a ghost.)
I got the whole world thinking it’s a holiday
‘Cause they can smell the chum in the water from miles away
(You look like you’ve seen a ghost.)

[Chorus:]
How alive? Too alive…
How alive? Too alive…
How alive? Too alive…
How alive? Too alive…
How alive? Too alive…
How alive? Too alive…
How alive? Too alive…
How alive? Too alive…

[Outro:]
Aesip Rock
Easep Rock
Easep Rock
Here’s a bra
Say it really loud.
Easep Rock
Easep Ro
Easeh Ro-Ro
Easeh-ehhhh Rock

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AESOP ROCK Food, Clothes, Medicine

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Fuck me!

[Aesop Rock:]
Two shoes chewed up, colluded with the feuds, rogue, veterans
Food, clothes, medicine
Wheeled it out the smoke stack factory trained to capture in the zoo’s ghost predators
Food, clothes, medicine
I think I thunk a bunk colony could possibly amuse grown delegates
Food, clothes, medicine
Peace, the whipper-snapper generation greet ’em with a full blown pistol pull
Food, clothes, medicinal
Variety, for every plastic orange bottle
The tarnished pharmacy labels chafed in abrasive pockets
Suit the hell hounds with blades and chain lengths
For the dead walk a little less clumsy than you think
Hunger pain, chump change tell it to how his belly get
When bourgie hopes hellions,
Food, clothes, medicine, alumni,
Bum, I got the skin on the teeth between my fingertips and stellar
Let’s bet it melts together
Let’s get these men some shelter
Three hots and a cot with Quaaludes
On a pillowcase left on an ultimately cordial gesture by the staff, (Staff)
It’s a bath house for brave soldiers
When they coordinate to fornicating whores in maid’s clothing
Sip a hot mocha, kick-up-chug up to the apple box,
Frankie says, Relax , 20 says he snaps, safe wager,
Hell, 90 percent sensitive jubilee,
Never returned to brag about that fish bigger than you and me
Walk on glass, cruise cloaked residents
Bang on doors, food, clothes, medicine
United we stand to all our parties click,
I divide and conquer cause frankly I’d rather sit
We saw them rat races, machine or man, sprocket or fat laces
Hatchback of flashbacks from a heyday full of bad blazers
Now Major Aes route the following order
To all his crew’s chromed generals,
Food, clothes, medicine.

Walk on glass, bang on doors,
Talk all trash, hang on whores
Walk on cash, bank on wars,
Like food, clothes, medicine, it’s yours
It’s yours, it’s yours, it’s yours

[Aesop Rock:]
We role tape protocol on a ring finger neighbor to peruse gross negligence
Food, clothes, medicine
Martyrs leak faster if the carver tweaks the dagger, 90 moves choked citizens
Food, clothes, medicine
Well y’at’s a quick example accept as commitment’s castle, cool, dope, excellent
Food, clothes, medicine
It’s tough to legislate when scum tongue down a dinner plate of booze, coke, heroin

I’ll bite the hand that feeds
Chew the steak and spit the knuckles back
Stitch ’em up and give em dap, before his brother’s rubberneck
Iron chef Lithuania christen kitchen stadium
With chicken and mass serotonin drifting into gravy-dom
Save me some, scallywags hold your breath
The curmudgeon’s gun dusty like the road to death
Bag a pin stripe my lizard kisser no kill switch,
Just a guilty gizzard wanna recommend a pill slip
I wipe placenta off my face in the height of the disco era
Cruise through liquid bubble gum, fever, death, and Christmas sweaters
Through juice saccharin fast food studied holdin’ cliff’s notes vendors
Now holds a bachelors in training ninjas to tip toe better
These are them sham city kidney kicks to the loose bolts
Belly ache-killins for claim who stand iffy on food, clothes, medicate
Pollywog, hug a spot lit with bigger lizards
In the land of hot milk and honey with stingers in it
Zinger!
Jimmy to jist up, check ya tip cup
Mother’s watching babies near to preachers keen on fist fucks
Keep your schnoz clean, ears open, chopper zipped up!
Food, clothes, medicine, cause hungry, naked, sick, sucks!
Collide with worker ants, with autobahn inertia dance,
And curb them harp love bugs by the cursive final curtain clamp
Another savior with his foot, cold, stuck in his mouth
I played that who knows, food, clothes, fuck it, I’m out

Walk on glass, bang on doors,
Talk all trash, hang on whores
Walk on cash, bank on wars
Like food, clothes, medicine, it’s yours
It’s yours, it’s yours, it’s yours
Food, clothes, medicine

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AESOP ROCK Rickety Rackety

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[Aesop Rock:]
Smack dab in the middle of the cuddles and kills,
Guerilla jimmy city limits with a bucket of pills
Hollring ‘no I don’t immediately ameliorate ’em
I meet ’em, greet ’em, read ’em, and rate ’em, see if I hate ’em

[El-P:]
Here come the hard rock bump through the speaker top
The tweeter meter blew code def hones in
I pack a lunchbox, walk to the stoning,
Jump into the chemicals sold in my zoning
I’m irrational, paranoid, tragic
And the button on my chest says ‘panic’
Punch it, hold up, don’t touch me
I’m a savage from a rabid ass country

[Camu Tao:]
Who want to get it?
You all acquitted
You need to quit it
Getting evicted, you little idiot, pitching tickets
It’s sorta tricky the way you wanna go get your digits
Body you up at the party, somebody get his mistress

[Aesop Rock:]
You take a pitch black lung and a purple heart,
Then you kick back once the inertia start
And when the shipwreck sunk through the perfect dark,
The serpent’s arch alerts every circled shark
See, bloody salt water sounds the h’ors d’oeuvres alarm,
And when the first arm’s found we observe the art
Like a belly-acher won’t kick face to the curb,
Rather kick when the face already raped by the worms

[El-P:]
Tasmanian pain coast, ridin’
Very little to say to these politician behind it, but this:
You better loosen the noose or lose livin’
These little kids walking the ave. quick to produce a biscuit

[Camu Tao:]
Now you should medicate any area that the pain hits
And when you in the streets you should peep the sets of strangers
The actors that are in fact a cast of chaos
They be looking for any situation they can play on
Respectively injecting these thoughts, detain us
Negative speaking, they be creeping, they entertainers
When you out of data they run through a route that’ll save ya
In retrospect, infect and pressing your papers

[El-P:]
I design kill pain cave penmanship
Federal analog hog unedited
With a CUNY degree in young numbness
Angels on the rooftop, gun in they trumpets

[Aesop Rock:]
I was buried to the neck in them all-start bloopers
Periscope down, hop Boss Hog cruiser
Porcelain or pewter authority wil be over ruled the second jukie uber alles news hit the sewers

[Chorus x2: Camu Tao]
Rickety rackety
This city fit my style exactly
With a backspin, and the fat laces, Gazelle glasses, chase rap daily
Rickety Rackety, this city fit my style exactly
Near the train tracks, in the garbage bags, where the cement cracks, we a part of that
Rickety rackety, rickety rackety

[Camu Tao:]
When you take 2 to the vein, introduce 2 to the brain
You don’t get used to the pain. A maniac bruising the cage
When cats rush you in the public you be like ‘do it again’
He’s a motherfucking bloodsucker, he can do what he can

[El-P:]
On the side of the block, do the bus stop
You paying a fare?
That’s a trust fund.
Little ugly ass duck, life’s a fun fuck
Too battered to rush, I walk punch drunk
And the whole world is yours now
Before the steppers are goosed kick your door down
I’m in the getaway whip with Aes Rizzle
He got the same shit stitched in his missles

[Aesop Rock:]
Okay, lefty field… stealth
Dressed to kill… self
Megawatt with a horizontal neck spin swim funny to vertical bobble head yes men

[Camu Tao:]
When the evil falls in it draws to the pours, it gnaws to the core
It’s precedented that you represented a percentage
That wasn’t vintage and the crawlers hate us
You automated, we brought the flavors, niggas you ought to hate us

[El-P:]
And even from antagonity squad the family tissue
Testify the look of my eyes, genuine issue
I’m a freak in the flesh that penetrates lust
Spray the vaginal juices, like I was up in their undies

[Aesop Rock:]
Don’t picket the misfit law, Nancy
The core’s no picnic
Mislead whores advancing
No business
Insist lured with candy to cure citizen x with that all-rours dancing
Corporals landing ashore, all soar boned nitwit, rickety rackety porn fancy
Weave through the hell and high water hot zone,
Diseases in the minute the idiot got home

[Camu Tao:]
Now I’m a teacher, first grade, and I want to participate
I want to grade the papers but I don’t want to give them A’s
Okay, F, D, F minus, test time, set timers
Call every parent and give ’em a piece of my mind, shit
Cause I don’t want to give a good future, I’ll shoot ya
Shoot ya?
With an uzi filled with rulers
Fuck minors, flush minds
Even leaving ’em bruised up
Stack kids, pack cute lunches in the cooler

[Chorus: Aesop Rock (Camu Tao) {El-P}:]
Rickety rackety
This city fit my style exactly
With a fireladder, with a wire scheduler, drink for the reek fish, smile after
(Rickety Rackety) {Rickety rackety}
(Rickety rackety, this pussy fit my dick exactly
With a threesome, giving three?
Sex, drugs, girls?,)
Rickety rackety, hold it!
{Rickety rackety}

[DJ Big Wiz scratches’n’cuts]
Come on!

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AESOP ROCK Winners Take All

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[Verse 1]
Parachute ratty, one bunk cord now the air is scooped badly
Dripping out the sticks like a twig-tweed hammock
Miter cut the cables for that quick, clean transit
Miser took the big screen Panic made a business card
Ankle out of whack, painkiller tobacco scrap
We navigate the yellow corn hype for the barn
When the spotlight swiveled hard right over the farm
Post up, 3 cheers for the gimp
Spread thank you (3 on the right)
Limp to the door, splint what he mangles (3 on the left)
Yea I knew the percentages
But the numbers were unaware of the grand finale’s emphasis
And over the scent of a thousand dead dogs
Agent Zip-Zooka[?] swore to pull it off, GAMEFACE
Walkie-talkies squawking up his hip regarding paratroopers: 20 (Ha!)
Tug a noise/annoys[?] box-trigger reporting for hunting

[Chorus]
I have landed safely
I have not recieved my papers
I have zero natural enemies
I don’t know my location
I have no training in reconnaissance, combat or colluding
I’m calling for my orders, over
(STRAP ON A HELMET AND START SHOOTING!)

[Verse 2]
[?] up in a killer horse, numb and bloodthirsty
‘Till the uncle spitter beg the pig to hug mercy (Ha!)
240-below shit, kickers tickle the corpses (duck!)
Duck the widow-maker, also manufactures swords (ok…)
Manufactures ornaments, if it moves stick a fork in it
Winners take all, killers rape all coordinates
Unfortunately, courted by the most tenacious gaurdian
Whose aimless nature bait a holler [?] taste the martyr’s skin
No semper-fide[?] (Nope), no saluter units
Soldier the fire is more flesh than sulfer
And when the automatic-jitters wiggle the ribs
I feel so alive it don’t matter which bitches litter is clipped (Bang!)
Sun down, goggle up canteen gobble-juice
Teargas nozzle up, brain buff hostile youth
Chop it up, lock a noose upon it
You will die for the glory of…Shit, I can’t put my finger on it
But it’s big! Big and legitimate
Justify women and kiddie killer shit, iller it builds
So he is not a natural predator, but can dismantle an AK-47
Clean and rebuild before you can mayday bretheren (Mayday!)
Muddy-gut snake eyes, she approaches cobras with an ugly muck
And bloody Bowie knife clamped in the canines
Wake ’em with that blind military mechanism set to bludgeon
WHAT IS YOUR MAJOR MALFUNCTION!?

[Chorus]
I have landed safely
I have not recieved my papers
I have zero natural enemies
I don’t know my location
I have no training in reconnaissance, combat or colluding
I’m calling for my orders, over
(STRAP ON A HELMET AND START SHOOTING!)
I was standing at attention with a pocket full of weapons
And the will to walk a mile in the same fatigues that I slept in
I have yet to find a day in life worthy of my saluting
I’m calling for my orders, over
(STRAP ON A HELMET AND START SHOOTING!)

[Verse 3]
I shimmy up out of the fox
Hold the sword of the only after having logged every cadaver accordingly
High scores keep our Tama-tongs enthralled
(There is no course iller than no course at all)
Okay, if his perspective is smirked, sneaky detective work is aborted
And it’s no longer whisper-mode on the red alert
No bed of dirt ‘n’ sniper rifle peeking out the bunker (uh!)
Now I’m set in city looking for something to puncture [gunshot]
Help me up, the numbers of the heroes sat at suppers
Treat the public like a tin can, riddled before it plummets (Brrrap!)
But, adrenaline can lead to lazy-eye hassles
So he list the little boy into the pin-up pineapple[?] (Heh)
Thats funny…Bumps into the steel-toe
Thats lovely, sum it up in (Oh, hell no!)
And just as fast as the parachute cable snipped
I was rag-doll, horizontal, two limbs short of fixed
Link a baby pulled around the standard issued weaponry
While fading as a blemish in civility’s memory
They will step over the body for the looting..
(Ready on the far end line)
(The fuck is that?)
STRAP ON A HELMET AND START SHOOTING!

[Chorus]
I have landed safely
I have not recieved my papers
I have zero natural enemies
I don’t know my location
I have no training in reconnaissance, combat or colluding
I’m calling for my orders, over
(STRAP ON A HELMET AND START SHOOTING!)
I was standing at attention with a pocket full of weapons
And the will to walk a mile in the same fatigues that I slept in
I have yet to find a day in life worthy of my saluting
I’m calling for my orders, over
STRAP ON A HELMET AND START SHOOTING! [SHOOTING!: Repeat till fade out]

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AESOP ROCK Holy Smokes

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[{background vocals i.e. Aesop Rock} (sampled vocals i.e. NOT Aesop)]

[Intro: Various Samples]
(Give him one of these pills if he has any pain)
(A parable….What is it? Well it’s a little story with a lot of truth
An earthly story with a heavenly meaning
Jesus told many parables to grown-ups and children alike
He told them simply and sincere, in words everyone could understand
So that all might learn the lesson he was trying to teach…)
(Yeah!)

[Verse Intro: Aesop Rock]
They were selfish with the helmets on the little bus
‘Till brick fluid sewage crippled up the get-retorted nickel punks
Slowly cope but swore his lowly robot vole evoke
Would someday rise in sections to interrogate the Holy Ghost
(I knew it!)

[Verse: Aesop Rock]
Holy smokes!
Father, black suit white collar
Kiddie porn dungeon, guns, and three fingers for your daughters
Caught belly-up, antique Nazi paraphernalia
You can not pay you bills with holy water and Hail Mary luck (Oh my!)
Shut this fucker, enjoy the Alcatraz shower fun
and mommies Madame cliche generation Agnostic front
It ate the nifty fate, the 1958 before the New-New Testament approved altar-boy fistic rape
And take me to your leader lung as he dope manipulate toddler-fever (Leave him alone!)
Call me crazy but I’ll bet that wasn’t God’s demeanor
Saw the meter peaking (Me too!)
Along island was Jesus every weekend spoon-fed to appease traditional love bringing
of a little Pennsylvania shit-hole where elders movement
stressed the stellar therapeutic Bible cycle {How?}
One church with a fate and tackle store next door and not much MORE
So the two moved to New York, made babies raised on what they SAW
Christmas morning smelled fresher than angel pussy
But immaculate conception came second to playful goodies
Like laser-tag was way more spiritual than blood and body wafer bags
And mangier staff is swung as Santa ate the cookies (Well…)
When I was a saint [?] paint with snakes in Belize
said If only you’d memorized your prayers like you did your Kool-G!
By the time I was old enough to know what religion was
I was Catholicism-numb and truly didn’t give a (FUCK!)
94′ Moved out the crib and it ain’t seen a steeple since
What Knievel-evil seeps in a Christian leader’s pitch
’till priests slack, slapped with parental advisory warnings
I’ll be auditioning God’s in my office on Monday morning

[Chorus: Various Samples Aesop Rock]
(Yeah!) [Scratched throughout chorus]

Uh oh! And yet another pill slipped
down the hatch and pass ’em through the kill-switch

I need a couple A’s for Q’s
I’m not an asshole I’m just a little confused

[Interlude: Sampled]
(This story reminds us of the one Jesus told about people who were kind and helpful
to others. He said that one day the king would say to these people:
Come. Inherit the kingdom prepared for you. For when I was hungry you gave me food
When I was sick and you visited me. I was in prison and you came to me
But the people asked, when Lord did we see you hungry and feed you?
Or sick or in prison and come to you? and the king answered:
In as much as you have done it unto one of the least of these, my brethren
You have done it unto me)
(Yeah!)

[Chorus: Aesop Rock]
Just a little bruise in the back of the pews
Acting amused with a mask on them Vatican blues
For in the eyes of the organization I was raised in
Aes is just another cynic-brick in Hell’s basement
Cubicle adjacent to the killers and rapists
For what? Drugs and fuck it, It’s part of growing up
Like cups over dumb shits better than the schools
I’m not an asshole I’m just a little confused
Just a lit fuse in the back of the pews
Watching a thousand flavors of the same God feud
I figure ultimate-peace is the common theme
So its a no-brainer piece when the blood hit the screen
Got a basic good and evil sensibility born
Good neighbor know a halo [?] from horns
The more science invade, the more the karma than bread and booze
I’m not an asshole I’m just a little confused
Not an asshole I’m just a little confused
Not an asshole I’m just a little confused
Not an asshole I’m just a little confused

(You know what Aesop, to be completely honest you’re a fucking asshole)

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AESOP ROCK Zodiaccupuncture

Welcome to todoinformaticautil Lyrics AESOP ROCK Zodiaccupuncture Lyrics, singer by AESOP ROCK

March
The more the merrier
Get a couple or more to carry you to the burial
F-R-E-S-H
Fresh to death and keep it def to the left
Well it was Capricorn, Virgo, Aquarius
(Check!), Cancer, Leo, Sagittarius
(Check!), Pisces, Libra, Scorpio, Aries, Gemini, Taurus
Let ’em die for it

[Aesop Rock:]
Delicate freak show alert the frame
Bash all flags where the mag spin park
Corroded by the volts that jolt the cold vein
Boogie down kits to slip past the guard
Def with a mascot of radical mass
Megaphone fuzz and a woofer on fritz
We are not trained to divert the crash
But march face first with a prayer for the blitz
Stand up for the cinema fire, simian ire
Cold shimmy for the cinnamon sky
Intimate eyes loop all known alleys
Scoop the bounty like daddy hires Bazooka to murder Ralphie
I curdle with burnt milk, pariah sigh, honor piranha money
Count it with the knuckle that hustle bread out a copper tummy
One of these rebels could level the marked city
But the N.Y. uber alles governor’s picky
I’ll be the jenky Jesus for the species you bleed with
Ultra, soldier poach the folklore
Jump guns through the ninth gate
Jump guns like a noon six burner lit up on the ninth pace
Even set among a portion conformed to the blind stage,
Never lured by the formal watching imported wines age
We bow to the gusto mustered by the mecha-bot
Plowed by the public, ushered out the letterbox
Wowed by the subject punctured by the helicop
Boy meets vermin: the widescreen version
Headaches, nausea, vomiting, facial paralysis
These area a few of my favorite venomous side effects
Mamba, Water Moc, Pit Viper, Diamond Back,
Anaconda, Boomslang, Cobra, bite ’em back
Spinal tap crabs to the clapper
Aesop Rock is the Cadillac of natural disaster
Push that button
Everybody gotta push something
That’s why the envelope is where it wasn’t
I work with the builders, whittle my gorilla military
And fizzle ’em through the vigilante filters
Who lamps left of the toggle?
How’d they fit that ninja in a bottle?
A hundred million motherfuckers with they hands out
Verse a walking zipper bomb trying to keep the man down

Get up, get down
Sit up, sit down
It’s either fancy footwork or get bit by the hounds
Face up, face down
Laced up, laced down
It’s either fist to the sky or get bit by the crowd
Well it was Capricorn, Virgo, Aquarius
(Check!), Cancer, Leo, Sagittarius
(Check!), Pisces, Libra, Scorpio, Aries, Gemini, Taurus
Let ’em die for it

[Aesop Rock]
I was chewing my tongue out of my mouth one day
When the blood in my beard hit the dirt by the blazers
Would have said ‘curb it’ like any nervous habit
’til maverick told me the coyote pack could smell the wound for acres
And labor to cater fang to fisherman gut critters
Oblivious to the glimmer of innocent duck feathers
Fuck it
Want a carnivore war? Bet
I’ll be at the Bronx Zoo with a lock pick kit
On the eject for cockpit bench, helicop clip
Nazi cops on kamikaze belly flop shit
Roger, hop-fence-kill-a-crop, monster
We are the tired and poor, we come for your water
Boom!
Bounce when the church corrupt
When the mayor knuckle dust city worker bugs
When the stars finger babies like I flirt with sluts
You’ll see the fire engine red fox ears perk up
Metal kettle unsettling treble howl, settler trembling
Measuring mellow on the levitate off the mezzanine
Never seen a ton of bricks dressing clean dapper
’til it’s pin stripe and skull chunk forty stories after
And U.S.A. on a Ketamine disaster
Cane for stress
Crack if the former left you unimpressed
Now pardon me if part of me heart of an oddball, but damn
Kumba-fucking-ya, dog
Terminally alienated and bent awkward by the bought,
Prepped package of the slickest spin-doctors
Raised where the paranoid hide tools proper,
Like suspicious cargo in a high school locker
And it looks like war, quacks like war,
So it’s Occam’s Razor and I’m swayze out the door
A hundred million motherfuckers hold me back
The hand cannons won’t ask ’bout your zodiac, boy

Get up, get down
Sit up, sit down
It’s either fancy footwork or get bit by the hounds
Face up, face down
Laced up, laced down
It’s either fist to the sky or get bit by the crowd
Well it was Capricorn, Virgo, Aquarius
(Check!), Cancer, Leo, Sagittarius
(Check!), Pisces, Libra, Scorpio, Aries, Gemini, Taurus
Let ’em die for it

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AESOP ROCK Number Nine

Welcome to todoinformaticautil Lyrics AESOP ROCK Number Nine Lyrics, singer by AESOP ROCK

[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

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