[Intro: Aesop Rock & (Seven)
Seven! Seven, you got the weed here?
Yo, is the weed here? Seven
Edgar, (What?) I want you to beat Seven down
(Yeah, no problem man, let's get this record started, alright?)
Sitting on a bus
Three nickels and a Walkman
High as fuck, Lupica dead bench, scoop her out the bullpen
Flexy with the fulcrum butt (But) not quite enough
Cause if the not-factor meant bad posture, my little zone combusts
The driver hates his job (Huh)
I can tell by the way he keeps saying "I hate this fucking job!"
To every civilian that boards (Right), I'm just
Happy the academy lets roaches ride the M.T.A
I got a full flask with an otherwise empty day
It's a cult brain-scrub plug Jesus freak lectures
But it's like: "Homie, I can't hear you"
Parked in traffic trying to sharpen up the bear tooth
Animatronic tapeworm rape, germinate random tantrums
So I twitch every time the baby Seymour farmers plant one
Circle me silly or work with me, no gray area (No gray area)
Burden me filthy or kill me, murder me quickly
Hack me to ribbons and serve me with grits to the sickly
Tack me to the menu with the all-you-can-eat entry
I watch (Huh) with a laminated iris
Motherfuck the leeches and contaminated sidekicks
Motherfuck the bleachers where they seat the vacant hybrids
Motherfuck that sacred virus, swarming through the hijinks
Bounce to the starlet carpet bomb boombox noise activator
Sat with a fat lady and voodoo magic maker
Said "Homie, do your thing" (Do your thing)
Said "Homegirl, let him do his thing
When I give the signal I want you to stay fat and sing"
Watch your back (Watch your back)
Watch your front now (Watch your front now)
What now?
Shut down
Watch your back (Watch your back)
Watch your front now (Watch your front now)
What now?
Shut down
Your computer face irks me to no end
Keep blowing lines in the bathroom
And I'll pretend I can't see the snow where your nose ends
Winter heads get gingerbread enjoyment
For a couple (One, two, three, four, five)
Sit and wonder why their Brooklyn bridge is buckled
I'd like to radiate basic framework and stress caveman simple living
From the hot burner cooking rice and beans in the kitchen
It's gonna be all good, right? (Right, right) Right, gravy
The burden just disappears in a mix of Gerber babies
Death motivate the death, juxtaposition (Juxtaposition)
The lab rat procreate with whatever's left
Lone pledge, suck Medusa nipple, spit stone hedge
You suck Sambuca ripple, spit cookies, stop acting like an asshole
Hot tin roof (Uh), dance with a beetle
Summertime airbrushed on a collapsible easel
Winter war participant or southbound eagle
Kick the metal door off its hinge or peek through the keyhole
Television face, camo the nerves behind the moniker
Hopped up on Klonopin, kicking it to college girls
I'll fuck you blind, but I need to borrow a dollar first
Pstots, guitar, and pussy's like all I got to look forward to
Bazooka tooth got souvenirs for little fuck-ups
That crash test your matchbox tour bus
Before they hit the first truck stop
Kick back and count the casualties (Count the casualties)
The sadder motherfucker like Radio Raheem buying batteries
Watch your back (Watch your back)
Watch your front now (Watch your front now)
What now?
Shut down
Watch your back (Watch your back)
Watch your front now (Watch your front now)
What now?
Shut down
Watch your back (Watch your back)
Watch your front now (Watch your front now)
What now?
Shut down
Watch your back (Watch your back)
Watch your front now (Watch your front now)
What now?
Shut down
[Outro: Aesop Rock & (Seven)
(Ayo, yo, I got the weed, yo)
Hey, Seven got the weed
(Yo, that hydro shit, that hydro shit, baby)
(Thank you, Aesop, thank you)
Way to go, man, way to run a label
Stay up, son
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