Aesop Rock Big Bang Lyrics
Last updated: 05/06/2009 11:00:00 AM
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Well, so we meet again
(He said he's grown spiritually since the last TIME)
OK. This is the dawning of the book of bitter aspects
Where the jackals sit and watch the pedagogues clash flesh.
Poison function accompanied by six armor-clad
Black horse and buggy mechanisms
Tugged a portion of my severed vision.
The gathering of loose ends in a bucket
Wit a shoestring budget.
Every man's got a field to plow. (I know that now)
But it's like, man, I really can't afford the oxen,
Fee fie et cetera
I smell the warm blood of the bill collector knocking.
I get awkwardly sturdy with a frigid liquid backbone.
I get swept in the pressure cooker tryin to paddle back home.
I get sprung with a vibrant alliance of clean intention
By eclipsing doom litigants hatched to bash these picket fences.
Now I'll attend the wedding of the open sore and festering.
And when the groom presents the ring,
The bride commenced the blistering.
It's textbook magnificently crude.
Prototype king beserker module inserted vertical thirst, burst horizontal.
Treasure. Loose cannons span the starboard bow of
The clipper ship dipped in truth famine pressure.
Cabin fever meter peggin' ludicrous,
Beautiful cartoon troopers swallow brutal futility
With a teaspoon full of sugar.
I rock ready, aim, fire; while y'all rock ready, fire, aim.
Then blame the stationary target while the prey escapes the frame.
Merit badge marksman or poacher? It's all the same,
So I lay across the wood perpendicular to the grain.
[Chorus] *rapped in doubletime*
I wanna be a big bang, gotta be.
Never bottle me up in a probably, I wanna see a 'Yes sir,' sir.
Thorn with a torn core, sore to the bone;
Warn the other brothers I was born forlorn.
Shoveling a big dig, huddle in a tunnel of big dreams, I think big things.
I'ma burn with this little light of mine
and a prime concern to earn thanks. I'ma be a big bang.
I'm just a survivor of the wooly mammoth population
Bottle neck effect, sorta born def.
Alien to shallow alchemy.
If you gon' metamorph the base metal to precious.
Might as well steal from the rich, bewitch the peasants.
I'm floating this homing pigeon out hell's kitchen window.
Left an S.O.S. infested bottle nestled in his grip so
With a prayer circle release party and hearty wild bellow
I observed him fly ten feet then drop the bottles to the devils.
Fertile circle turned fertile crescent via bad investment.
Despised every second, but I guess I learned my lesson.
If I made an angel in the snow for every rotting victim
There'd be wings to float this mothership up out the goblin system.
Sticky panoramic contaminant planted
In conjunction with phantom assumption
Gutterbug alumnus candidates.
Well, I promise you I'LL man the lighthouse
Just to help guide in your ship
If you promise to help pull this hook out my lip (bitch)
Godspeed, straight-jacketed ragged approach
To circle suns via folklore pollutants derived strictly
From a B.C. generation disgust
Community movement alluding to a
"No blood given, no recognition"
Life manner. I was us up all night with a rusty hammer
Trying to build a fence around these magic beans my dreams have gathered,
But to that certain lack of avail,
I sail a choppy lot with buoyancy like a bucket of rocks (a bucket of rocks)
Big bang, bi-big bang
It's gettin bigger by the second
OK. I'm here to rock the tugboat and bid the elders farewell.
I shook the buddy system wisdom 'til the similairs repel.
I sell a barrel of spirit to dummy dimwits syndicate jackals.
I'm broken arrow to the fuckin bone. (broken poem)
I don't really believe in God,
But God, I'm scared to death of God!
I swear to God, I never meant to spill the beans
Nor tear the pod,
But it's like... I hike an acre unimpressed
And slept on the sabre's edge
Enough times to splice anti-Christ's favorite pledge.
I wanna know myself.
Sorta solo sheep amidst wolves,
And still my shepherd can't administer the proper push and pulls.
I push the ghouls to man overboard,
Pull the bulls onto my sword
And buckle down in the corner chair of the round table floored.
Got an angel on my left shoulder, a devil on the polar.
Got a mug a frigid, got a mug a solar, slide over.
The recipe's designed to plug the appetite for continuity
By stitching togetherness theme congruents beautifully.
I peel back hearts and lodge greed physics in the chambers.
Courderize the wound and heads like "Gimme gimme something major."
Road side prophetic, ascend well
enveloped in a mummy ribbon system
Blistering in the wishing well.
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