[Aesop Rock:]
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Smack dab in the middle of the cuddles and kills,
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Guerilla jimmy city limits with a bucket of pills
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Hollring 'no I don't immediately ameliorate 'em
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I meet 'em, greet 'em, read 'em, and rate 'em, see if I hate 'em
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[El-P:]
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Here come the hard rock bump through the speaker top
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The tweeter meter blew code def hones in
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I pack a lunchbox, walk to the stoning,
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Jump into the chemicals sold in my zoning
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I'm irrational, paranoid, tragic
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And the button on my chest says 'panic'
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Punch it, hold up, don't touch me
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I'm a savage from a rabid ass country
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[Camu Tao:]
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Who want to get it?
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You all acquitted
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You need to quit it
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Getting evicted, you little idiot, pitching tickets
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It's sorta tricky the way you wanna go get your digits
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Body you up at the party, somebody get his mistress
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[Aesop Rock:]
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You take a pitch black lung and a purple heart,
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Then you kick back once the inertia start
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And when the shipwreck sunk through the perfect dark,
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The serpent's arch alerts every circled shark
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See, bloody salt water sounds the h'ors d'oeuvres alarm,
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And when the first arm's found we observe the art
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Like a belly-acher won't kick face to the curb,
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Rather kick when the face already raped by the worms
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[El-P:]
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Tasmanian pain coast, ridin'
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Very little to say to these politician behind it, but this:
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You better loosen the noose or lose livin'
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These little kids walking the ave. quick to produce a biscuit
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[Camu Tao:]
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Now you should medicate any area that the pain hits
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And when you in the streets you should peep the sets of strangers
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The actors that are in fact a cast of chaos
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They be looking for any situation they can play on
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Respectively injecting these thoughts, detain us
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Negative speaking, they be creeping, they entertainers
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When you out of data they run through a route that'll save ya
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In retrospect, infect and pressing your papers
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[El-P:]
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I design kill pain cave penmanship
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Federal analog hog unedited
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With a CUNY degree in young numbness
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Angels on the rooftop, gun in they trumpets
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[Aesop Rock:]
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I was buried to the neck in them all-start bloopers
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Periscope down, hop Boss Hog cruiser
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Porcelain or pewter authority wil be over ruled the second jukie uber alles news hit the sewers
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[Chorus x2: Camu Tao]
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Rickety rackety
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This city fit my style exactly
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With a backspin, and the fat laces, Gazelle glasses, chase rap daily
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Rickety Rackety, this city fit my style exactly
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Near the train tracks, in the garbage bags, where the cement cracks, we a part of that
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Rickety rackety, rickety rackety
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[Camu Tao:]
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When you take 2 to the vein, introduce 2 to the brain
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You don't get used to the pain. A maniac bruising the cage
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When cats rush you in the public you be like 'do it again'
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He's a motherfucking bloodsucker, he can do what he can
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[El-P:]
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On the side of the block, do the bus stop
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You paying a fare?
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That's a trust fund.
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Little ugly ass duck, life's a fun fuck
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Too battered to rush, I walk punch drunk
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And the whole world is yours now
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Before the steppers are goosed kick your door down
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I'm in the getaway whip with Aes Rizzle
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He got the same shit stitched in his missles
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[Aesop Rock:]
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Okay, lefty field... stealth
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Dressed to kill... self
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Megawatt with a horizontal neck spin swim funny to vertical bobble head yes men
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[Camu Tao:]
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When the evil falls in it draws to the pours, it gnaws to the core
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It's precedented that you represented a percentage
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That wasn't vintage and the crawlers hate us
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You automated, we brought the flavors, niggas you ought to hate us
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[El-P:]
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And even from antagonity squad the family tissue
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Testify the look of my eyes, genuine issue
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I'm a freak in the flesh that penetrates lust
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Spray the vaginal juices, like I was up in their undies
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[Aesop Rock:]
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Don't picket the misfit law, Nancy
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The core's no picnic
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Mislead whores advancing
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No business
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Insist lured with candy to cure citizen x with that all-rours dancing
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Corporals landing ashore, all soar boned nitwit, rickety rackety porn fancy
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Weave through the hell and high water hot zone,
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Diseases in the minute the idiot got home
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[Camu Tao:]
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Now I'm a teacher, first grade, and I want to participate
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I want to grade the papers but I don't want to give them A's
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Okay, F, D, F minus, test time, set timers
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Call every parent and give 'em a piece of my mind, shit
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Cause I don't want to give a good future, I'll shoot ya
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Shoot ya?
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With an uzi filled with rulers
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Fuck minors, flush minds
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Even leaving 'em bruised up
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Stack kids, pack cute lunches in the cooler
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[Chorus: Aesop Rock (Camu Tao) {El-P}:]
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Rickety rackety
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This city fit my style exactly
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With a fireladder, with a wire scheduler, drink for the reek fish, smile after
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(Rickety Rackety) {Rickety rackety}
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(Rickety rackety, this pussy fit my dick exactly
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With a threesome, giving three?
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Sex, drugs, girls?,)
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Rickety rackety, hold it!
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{Rickety rackety}
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[DJ Big Wiz scratches'n'cuts]
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"Come on!"
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Rickety Rackety
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| Aesop Rock |
