[DJ chatter]
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[Aesop Rock:]
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Check it, in a box marked "divinity", I trap the trinity
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of honor, evolution, and serenity.
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Pulled the reign into me,
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Sorta? type hype oddities of style,
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lost child prodigy intrigued,
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fatigued by a suit and tie spy claiming post-Bonham? peacemakers
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with the worlds ends calibrated in their briefcases
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Case em when the sun bursts...
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and the populace awaited my reply:
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I spit a billion tiny, brilliant white lights into the sky.
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When your last murmurs fade like colors in graff burners,
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soon to be flustered and clustered in with comrade trash hurlers.
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Color me a sideline observer, alerted not yet retreating
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and the climate stubbornly hovered slightly above freezing.
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Penny for your reasoning, Doug, which luckily I ain't as blessed to hold your attendance
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so I could slide my guided tenants on the one.
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That drop in the bucket boogie begun,
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brick in the wall installments draw a fallen performance.
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Fifth element, critical endurance
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kingpin allow only the murkiest swamp bot
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to slip beneath the skin, this is Aesop
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recording til your TDK stops[?]
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watch laboratory clone demotions dodge on natural hate crops.
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With the bearers of the reptile smile
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again and again, blendin' a friend with a fiend
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lendin' a bended dream,
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keen, cold, the straight soul drenched, temper
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fuckin, back boogie, I'm a settler,
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kids wanna know the Aesop Rock...
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the off the top, prototype, straight Robocop.
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If you're Quasimoto, and you're slomo to stop
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ya rock bells, I block spells casted.
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If you wanna straight flacid pass me towards... you
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what? Kids wanna jet? 'Tis I, the 6 foot 4 space cadet
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all up in you, kids wanna bend you back
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so who's the next kid to rock upon the track?
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[other rapper begins, cuts out]
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[another rapper finishes, DJ]
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[Aesop Rock:]
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[from Wake Up Call]
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Tell me is you fat cats or lab rats?
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Trails tell my steppin' got em sweatin' flashbacks.
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I played a part of minesweeper clunkin' sneakers
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in my sunken city defunked and apparently examinin' famine.
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I'ma follow the strobe while your blind spot swallows the globe.
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Sink through the track and think back.
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When I was a boy, I employed styles exhausted by every lost child.
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At present, normally I drill pillars of normalcy.
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You're all cordially invited to accompany me
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in rotations at the tables to label the opposition as I choose.
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Refused to evolve with the cold.
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Rapidly dissolve my involvement in a solvent of soul and rolled back.
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My brain tripped the beta, waits, trap for the slaughter
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like livestock infected with anthrax.
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When my Compaq of clan snaps to lapse was the mandatory maze,
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where the bluest ribbons yield the glory days,
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I reside up on the opposite circuit in glorious dazes
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where glorious hazes are grey,
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spun through my array of operations
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slave to idiot box revelations
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that wrap tightly in a practice
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with my colleagues and slackers...
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straight 20,000 league mappers.
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And the swelling increases...
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Once the mortar hit the pestle,
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your whole vessel fell to pieces...
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And I laughed! I laughed for me and my starving art family.
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I laughed candidly, your failures ampin' me to vamp fresh.
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My mic stabs white flags and drags trembling,
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Devil skin-wearers through the terrors of compliance.
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When the day turns night, seA¡¾oritas suck the woody like termites
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And wonder how they got labeled dick-hungry damsels in distress.
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The all new and improved, poetically portable Aesop Rock!
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Available in stores with my highly suggested parental discretion,
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and 99 brilliant new dimensions, bust it...
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[studio chatter]
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[Aesop Rock:]
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[from Shere Kahn]
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Bust this, I forever wallow in glitches, grimly distributed by side effects
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Consumed, cocooned in antisocial trenches, drenched!
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Gridled between dense pillars of polar value lies
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a grey so blueless it's got I fiendin for the sky.
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Synthesized lies rise synthetic
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Sittin' inside solidified plastics who's lateral burns germ compatible...
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My firm's radically piloted, dodging a fire swiftly
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Yellow brick stalker walking shifty...
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I am but a prototype Metroid programmed to Holocaust style
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while you're soakin' in the stages of denial.
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Your petty soldiers stand fragile like Giacometti sculptures,
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embedded in aromatic cultures. We's rock steady vultures
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Plus I's the guise of rowin' a soul.
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My wingspan stands flags in the snow of the poles.
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Berserk!
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Swerve my alignment towards solitary confinement and jade it.
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Stripping, color my passion mitigated...
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[shoutouts all around]
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Live On 89.9FM Nighttrain
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| Aesop Rock |
