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[Aesop
up, wake up
Ayo P, it's time to wake these kids up

P]
Word up Rock, they'd better take their fingers off
pause and hit

[Aesop
Is you fat or lab rats?
Trails to my steppin got em flashbacks
I played a part of minesweeper, plunking sneakers in my sunken
Defunct, and apparently famine, I'm a
Volatile strobe while blind spot swallows the globe
Sing to the and think back
When I was a boy I employed styles
By every lost at present
Normally I pillars of normalcy
You're cordially invited to me
In of the tables to label the opposition
As I choose, refusing to with the cold
Rapidly dissolved my involvement in a solvent of and roll back
Brain trip the Beta trap for the slaughter
livestock infected with anthrax
On my call a pack or clan snaps, collapsed was the mandatory
On the fluids ???? and glory
Desire on the circuit and glorious days
Is glorious hazes of spun through my array of operation
Slave to box revalations
And wrapped tightly in a practice my colleagues and slackers
20,000 league and the swelling increases
Once the mortar hit the pestal your whole vessel fell to
And I laughed, I laughed for me and my art family
I tangibly, your failures ampin me to vamp fresh
My mic stabs white flags and drag
Devil skin-wearers the terrors of compliance
Once the day turns night, senoritas suck the woody like
And wonder how they got labeled dick-hungry damsels in
The all new and poetically portable Aesop Rock
in stores with my, highly suggested parental discretion
99 brilliant new

P]
I'm not your man bragging, toe or hand tagging
50 grand bagging, pants sagging, trigger nigga on the
Huh, I know this nigga Rickey his girl Nikki want to get with me
Says "Stick me a quickie, lick me and leave a hickie"
I stick instead of tricking bread in this
One look and said I ain't in bed, she must be licking lead
You'd better let your recognize the Rhyme Inspector hides
And sweat them lies about me haters check your eyes
One verse, lung burst, as I done
Guns, slums, hearse don't Perce, where I'm from's worse (sucker)
My new cuts are hot, bodies up a lot
flew up the block to a cipher, blew up the spot
Stacks of rhymes, ain't a match for mines, tracks and
Leave you back in time in a still ain't at my prime
I'm a stab face in, trial and shit is wild
I turn the dial, niggas stealing my
I should for reparations