"We now to you...music" *cut up* "Music to you stutter"
[Aesop I've a biplane dog fighter Henson invention Trooper burst of Dragon Ball Z/Speed Racer gene splicing Mach force, blind the style from the common dirty Destiny dream sighting, as split the prints God shit the screaming "What on Earth is that?" I sit back five Only to muscle the overcooked Fending tragic successful dodging violets All hail and hello dollies! I ridiculous, indigenous to now Who the fifth golden ticket? Saw the wicked war phantom mansion beyond the The house next door to when the clears the fence Y'all hesitate to it! I was walking through a pinball built landscape Terradactle circling I bite the bullet in a wingspan Suck and the oxygen gulps And spit the directly back up the barrel We icegrill the (right) The decency factors a lowball estimate of zero My testament is b-boy stances Dancing past the foggy With wipes clean the billy goat beard, camoflague the I'm at six degrees of sexy never swam up inside summerjam classic Under the bed backwards the carnival grounds for an outlet WHO THE FUCK IS AES I'm not a name to keep at arms to little lattice quilt makeshift Sick security mechanism, your mission I am not a vision, your mission Just a simple delinquent No it will not you shove your Lincoln
2x I alone I peddle in the mud I alone, I condone zone planting I stand in a social coma All up to dome, follow I alone
"Now you see me, now you don't" [Method
[Aesop Well he was maverick enough but scraped up Taki 183 for the kids Brick foot honor Escape the night like a disgruntled teen Krylon bomber a care inside from posting the roster Mal-adjusted faced civilian dispersed feelings Reeling in several defunct fame-booster modules This nervous twitch mark the most delectable See Aesop starving troops in cell blocks with feeding bins (More like) I'd auction off a fuck for that blind cause you ride in I'd rather the floors and watch you hide them the haggered look penetrate brain castle Blasting clear out the back of this batches sour collection (FLASH FLOODER!) a fuckin wind-up toy A four string criminal trading card The reason decorate the fonts of closing credits To boost on-looker after fading hard Catch Z's than Rip Van Winkle's 12 Step Narcolepsy Seminar The action, we all the masked illusion The commonfolk, I em all thirty balance I alone pour while they fidget If the ain't gon' be televised fuck, I'll probably miss it
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