[Aesop Rock]
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Wake up, wake up
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Ayo Percee P, it's time to wake these kids up
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[Percee P]
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Word up Aesop Rock, they'd better take their fingers off
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pause and hit record
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[Aesop Rock]
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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, plunking sneakers in my sunken city
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Defunct, and apparently examinin' famine, I'm a
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Volatile strobe while your blind spot swallows the globe
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Sing to the track and think back
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When I was a boy I employed styles exhausted
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By every lost child at present
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Normally I drill pillars of normalcy
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You're cordially invited to accompany me
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In rotations of the tables to label the opposition
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As I choose, refusing to evolve with the cold
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Rapidly dissolved my involvement in a solvent of soul and roll back
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Brain trip the Beta weights, trap for the slaughter
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Like livestock infected with anthrax
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On my call a pack or clan snaps, collapsed was the mandatory maze
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Where the bluest ribbons yield the glory days
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Desire on the opposite circuit and glorious days
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Is glorious hazes of gray spun through my array of operation
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Slave to idiot box revalations
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And wrapped tightly in a practice with my colleagues and slackers
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20,000 league nappers and the swelling increases
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Once the mortar hit the pestle 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 tangibly, 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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Once the day turns night, senoritas suck the woody like termites
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And wonder how they got labeled dick-hungry damsels in distress
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[Percee P]
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I'm not your average man bragging, toe or hand tagging
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50 grand bagging, pants sagging, trigger nigga on the bandwagon
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Huh, I know this nigga named Rickey his girl Nikki want to get with me
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Says "Stick me just a quickie, lick me and leave a hickie"
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I stick instead of tricking bread in this chickenheads
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One look and said I ain't shit in bed, she must be licking lead
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You'd better let your gods recognize the Rhyme Inspector hides
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And never sweat them lies about me haters check your eyes
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One verse, lung burst, as I done first
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Guns, slums, hearse don't stun Perce, where I'm from's worse (sucker)
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My new cuts are hot, bodies chewed up a lot
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Then flew up the block to a cipher, blew up the spot
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Stacks of rhymes, ain't a match for mines, tracks and shine
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Leave you back in time and I'll be there still ain't at my prime
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I'm a stab your face in, trial and shit is wild
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I turn the dial, niggas stealing my style
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I should file for reparations
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Wake-Up Call
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| Aesop Rock |
