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[Aesop Rock]

Yo change the fuckin channel

I burn a Coma candle

When the flame fades, consider my flatline a soldier's sample

We them cats talkin noise behind that New York trash heap

Where the stench of commuter briefcase replaces a bad sleep

And it's, worker zig-zagers versus piggy batch flashers

Training Generation Fallout

Waterfall bricklayer pincushion crawl out

There's smoke in my iris

But I painted a sunny day on the insides of my eyelids

So I'm ready now (What you ready for?)

I'm ready for life in this city

And my wings have grown almost enough to lift me

I'm a dinosaur with Jones Beach in my hourglass

Passing the time with serial killer coloringbooks and bags of marbles

Don't tell me you ain't the droid that held the match to the charcoals

Don't tell me Lucifer and God don't carpool

(This is our school)

I'm not trying to graduate to life at the curse on the lounge barstool

Head in a jar on the desk, feet dangling in a shark pool

(Man please) Man please

My name stands for my being

And my being stands for the woman who stood

And braved the storm could raise this evening

(Brother, sun, sister, moon, mother beautiful)

Yeah middle sibling suitable but far from son of excellence

Back in a long time agi, I was to way the wishes wish

But Mister Smits, I slept through my appointment

Saw the liquid dreams of a thousand babies solidify

And picked the rose and wielded

The second I introduced myself as Nervous

Well it appears the scars of learning have spoken

Some are burning, some have rosen

Some deserve tall tales, some have wrote them

Some are just a brutal reprocussion of devotion

Mine are all of the above cuz everything leads to erosion

Now where I live there's a homeless man

He sits upon a crate

He makes a rusty trumpet sound like the music that angels make

Now if you ever come and visit me, I suggest you watch the show

Tell him Aesop Rock sent ya just to hear his horn blow like this

*Horn samples*

[Aesop Rock]

And I ain't getting any younger

My knuckles wear their bruises well

I've yet to lose that hunger

But only time can tell

Prodigal Son with a prodigal wish to sew that prodigal stitch

And crucify bigot voodoo doll on two popsicle sticks

See your name is Ambiguity

My name is something hands can't hold

But hearts part ocean scapes just to watch the starlet unfold

It's like sketching a circle in the dirt with a pointed stick

Knowing the wind'll kill it some day, still it calls my burning wits for now

And if I plow the fields that don't guarantee plentiful harvest

But starving artists die, I set my alarm for five o'clock

Idols block survival crops the cycle stops for nothing

The Bible's carp revivalist winos flock by the hundreds

To the opening, scarlet carpets greeting their duel

Leading the stubborn mule to cruel rugburn

But y'all numb from gut fuel

I administer eclispe, there ain't no motor like a martyr-made motor

Cuz a martyr-made motor don't quit

I am an epiphany, I am wet foot mammal

Channel surfing my way to the top

Tugboat in a bottle

With no holes poked in the nozzle

I fed em bedlam diluted in limelight

Till that rookie boogie graduated hostile

And the vehicle is grandeur and it veered over the medium

The second my halo ran outta helium

Demoted to thorn crown, damn talk about numbskull

I was born bound to a stencil called symmetry

But my energy's a rental

So I take this now to save

My cute seniorita beholding a flame to a lost wick

Thank you James Anthony for the band-aids on my ego

Y'all are family for life

I'll take that bullet to preserve you

I wanna be something spectacular

On the day the sun runs outta batteries

Attach my fashion to the casualties of anarchy

Save my nickels up to buy that homeless man a brand new horn

Then sit up on his crate as I witness the beauty born like this

(I ain't gettin any younger)

*Horn samples to end*

Aesop Rock

Battery / Aesop Rock

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