Aesop Rock Bracket Basher Lyrics

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[...] Mother fucker

Hey yo, must not sleep
I bash the bracket open and reach
The priority's bleached since that '76 umbilical severed
Majorities cordially abhor the pinnacle benders
I got West Nile virus on my TV in the Bronx
I got two hollow pockets and a sleepy hollow mosh pit
Tryin' to blow the spot with wet matches and bottle rockets
While cop walkie-talkies squawk outside my apartment - obnoxious
Tonight's special consists of stale fiber from shitty diner
"Look Mom, I learned to tie my shoes! Hey, can I borrow twenty bucks?"
Peel back the prickly cocoon a Polaroid turbulent land unit birth
Student first pedagogue only from brazen action
Wind blown mariner east river shark carry lunge carry funk ends on caliber
Watch war face painted junkies dance blissfully around a bonfire and sacrifice life's sanity
Pay a nickel for nose bleed seats in a peanut gallery
Gallop with a Pegasus. Malice with no benefits.
Balance with some sense of bliss in the foulest of degenerates
My New Year's revolution's gon' be to stop burning bridges
I'm just gon' bend them towards the couple cats that's worth the visits
Um, it's like that and that's the Aes thinks
And um, planes are like clipper ships: if they got holes, they sink
And if the skipper slips the crew shits bricks, whither, and hit the brink
That's why I take the poison spitter sips and smile big when I drink
You never knew mayhem walked with Nikes, talked like a trucker
Hawk the filibuster, Gerber baby lucid Colonel Mustards
No time to hold my breath.
I'm only here to rap, eat, sleep, grow old and smoke stokes through the hole in my neck
New millennium. Mad cows and Pentium. Process the hostage, lock him in the petting bin
Showing pictures of his wife and kids, then wash the brain
Probably the same mother fuckers that buffed the trains

Okay okay okay okay okay okay
Must not sleep
Must bash the bracket
Pay the rent, pay the debt
Must slash the fabric
Catch the jackrabbit
Pay the rent, pay the debt

Roll into the city with one half of the cannibals
New joint bumping out the whip speakers
Made the escape for a night of making tapes
Now it's back to the cockroaches and preachers
Somewhere a prom queen's giving birth in a bathroom stall
Hauling a prime directive not to get blood on her mother's ballgown
I'm son of a stubborn old one track jackal prince
Trucking with the prime directive just to get the goods and never fall down
Ate the city, spit the bricks, ate the boxcar, spit the burners
Ate the planet, spit the murder
Funny farm rampage from writing rap for milk money built ugly
But a couple side effects to make 'em love me
My cipher demeanor left Jesus rubbing genie bottles
'Til the following morning Colombo found a crown of thorns in urine puddles
You're in trouble
I'm not tryin' to save the world, I'd rather watch it die slow
So I could spit my grand "I told you so"
Are we having fun yet? Yup. Step to the carnies.
Try to win a teddy bear to impress you favorite barbie
She almost sucked you off at the company Christmas party
But she won't accept the bear 'til Aesop signs it with a sharpie
My ex girl bounced without payin' the cable bill
I checked myself in television rehab.
Withdrawal symptoms may include shivering, fevers, drooling, and chronic masturbation
Now I pray to the gods of pornography and Playstation
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
And if I die before I wake
Give my ASR to El and bury me with my mistakes

Okay okay okay okay okay okay
Must not sleep
Must bash the bracket
Pay the rent, pay the debt
Must slash the fabric
Catch the jackrabbit
Pay the rent, pay the debt

Bonus round
This is the hot tin roof stepper
Hold it down with centipede foundation
Mr. Greed who burns rugged obstruction in bunches
like little Jackie, paper, Puffs the Magic Dragon, and Dutches
We don't need another hero, homie, gallop off on your My Little One Trick Pony
Holly Hobbie Polly Pocket pretty future destiny
If the slipper fits fire up Cinderella propeller and curtsy for the munchkins right before
Aesop Rock smashed the pumpkin
Yeah, yeah, iron on gusto rustolium bloodstream. What's better?
When the wrist slit it leaks out only the bloodiest bubble letters
Complete with outlines, fill-ins, dates, shading and shout out columns
for vagrant colonies to follow in redeeming bottles
You're a little tea pot trying to eavesdrop on the mammoth route
peekin' out from around the rose bush like
"Here is my handle, here is my spout."
Godzilla junkie used to be in love, now out for gigapussy
Sorry to offend, but sometimes life bends in the middle
So now you have a fulcrum where there used to be a pillar
and now I got a pulse that bumps less than a cocaine binger
and now I got no nine to five and still labor days flicker
and now I got a nine millimeter Q-tip with an itchy trigger finger
See, I really don't feel your persona distortion
ordered by martyrs who martyr self for martyr's sake
Wow fame, if notoriety grew adjacent a jealous dick-riding sentiments
I'd give you a pound like, "Greetings, Mr. President."
Now, go do your homework

Wow, this kid's going to be big, I mean, real big, I mean... Order the sequence

Thanks to Max for submitting Bracket Basher Lyrics.

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