Aesop Rock
Hip hop musician, rapper and producer.
I am human. Hear me rise above material incarnal sin. They shot me in the face. Mars wins.
It's like the day the great oak met the sawmill; a lifeline of spectacular expansion meets the reaper at the hand of one man's tantrums.
Scrub blood off the AF1 fifty two pick up first degree some toddler's smuggled tommy guns and crack into the nurseries dogg, there's a fucking baby at the door asking for wallets and those ain't twin beanie babies inside his pockets 2010 sonograms show the magnum's worn directly out the fetus evolution for the young killer convenience.
Fumble outta bed and stumble to the kitchen, Pour myself a cup of ambition and, Yawn and stretch and my life is a mess and If I never make it home today, God bless.
The water ain't safe; the land's made of water. I hung a half-empty glass, my dignity's tryin to pawn 'er. I'm tryin' to see the future in a teacup and a saucer but, I'd rather be drinking coffee with my cigarette foster.
See, my sexy sabotage seeks defensive action to save the race, you land in hand on board to mention magma (Blaze the place).
Welcome to Bazooka Works. Halogen halo eyesore. The revolution will not be apologized for.
I told this cat the earth was flat, he walked 'til his beard grew long enough to strangle himself for being stupid.
Inorganic pat on back. trim the panic flat on backer. Back to back like Mad Hatter magic rabid mastiff collaborative splatter bachelor fabric fatter with Cabbage Patch lit.
See every now and then I love life but hate to admit it because it spreads the jinx of the sleeping cynic.
Look. I've never had a dream in my life 'cause a dream is what you wanna do but still haven't pursued. I knew what I wanted and did it 'til it was done, so I've been the dream that I wanted to be since day one.
If I had a hammer, I'd build a city on stilts so my feet would stay dry when God's wine glass tilts. If I had a shovel, I'd dig a hole in the dirt and I'll be hiding when his drunken stupor lands upon earth
I'd rather live it, cause dreamers always chase but never get it.
...but damn, kum bai fucking ya dog.
If you want to push then I'm ready to push, but if your pulling while I'm pushing then why'd you ask me to push.
Just a little bruise in the back of the pews. Acting amused with a mask on them Vatican blues. For in the eyes of the organization I was raised in, Aes is just another cynic-brick in Hell's basement. Cubicle adjacent to the killers and rapists. For what? Drugs and fucking is part of growing up.
Til priests laps are slapped with parental advisory warnings, I'll be auditioning gods in my office on Monday morning.
There's smoke in my Iris but I painted a sunny day on the inside of my eyelids.
I pace the game for zero hour completion cretin, splash. Duke of early retirement picket dream. American nightmare hogging the screen. I’ll hold the door open so you can stumble in if you’d stop following me ‘round the jungle gym. Now it's an honor, and I spell it with the ‘h’ I stole from ‘heritage’. Merit crutched on the wretched refuse of my teaming resonance. I promise.
I'ma never give, I'm juiced off ejection, I'm stubborn as a thousand born agains avoid questions.