Aesop Rock Food, Clothes, Medicine Lyrics

Fast Cars, Danger, Fire and Knives Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Fast Cars
  • 2 Number Nine
  • 3 Zodiaccupuncture
  • 4 Holy Smokes
  • 5 Winners Take All
  • 6 Rickety Rackety
  • 7 Food, Clothes, Medicine
  • "f___ me!"

    [Aesop Rock]
    Two shoes chewed up, colluded with the feuds, rogue, veterans
    Food, clothes, medicine
    Wheeled it out the smoke stack factory trained to capture in the zoo's ghost predators
    Food, clothes, medicine
    I think I thunk a bunk colony could possibly amuse grown delegates
    Food, clothes, medicine
    Peace, the whipper-snapper generation greet 'em with a full blown pistol pull
    Food, clothes, medicinal
    Variety, for every plastic orange bottle
    The tarnished pharmacy labels chafed in abrasive pockets
    Suit the hell hounds with blades and chain lengths
    For the dead walk a little less clumsy than you think
    Hunger pain, chump change tell it to how his belly get
    When bourgie hopes hellions,
    Food, clothes, medicine, alumni,
    b__, I got the skin on the teeth between my fingertips and stellar
    let's bet it melts together
    Let's get these men some shelter
    Three hots and a cot with Quaaludes
    On a pillowcase left on an ultimately cordial gesture by the staff, (Staff)
    it's a bath house for brave soldiers
    When they coordinate to fornicating w____s in maid's clothing
    Sip a hot mocha, kick-up-chug up to the apple box,
    Frankie says, "Relax", 20 says he snaps, safe wager,
    Hell, 90 percent sensitive jubilee,
    Never returned to brag about that fish bigger than you and me
    Walk on glass, cruise cloaked residents
    Bang on doors, food, clothes, medicine
    United we stand to all our parties click,
    I divide and conquer cause frankly I'd rather sit
    We saw them rat races, machine or man, sprocket or fat laces
    Hatchback of flashbacks from a heyday full of bad blazers
    Now Major Aes route the following order
    To all his crew's chromed generals,
    Food, clothes, medicine.

    Walk on glass, bang on doors,
    Talk all trash, hang on w____s
    Walk on cash, bank on wars,
    like food, clothes, medicine, it's yours
    it's yours, it's yours, it's yours

    [Aesop Rock]
    We role tape protocol on a ring finger neighbor to peruse gross negligence
    Food, clothes, medicine
    Martyrs leak faster if the carver tweaks the dagger, 90 moves choked citizens
    Food, clothes, medicine
    Well y'at's a quick example accept as commitment's castle, cool, dope, excellent
    Food, clothes, medicine
    It's tough to legislate when scum tongue down a dinner plate of booze, c__e, heroin
    ...
    I'll bite the hand that feeds
    Chew the steak and spit the knuckles back
    Stitch 'em up and give em dap, before his brother's rubberneck
    Iron chef Lithuania christen kitchen stadium
    With chicken and mass serotonin drifting into gravy-dom
    Save me some, scallywags hold your breath
    The curmudgeon's gun dusty like the road to death
    Bag a pin stripe my lizard kisser no kill switch,
    Just a guilty gizzard wanna recommend a pill slip
    I wipe placenta off my face in the height of the disco era
    Cruise through liquid bubble gum, fever, death, and Christmas sweaters
    Through juice saccharin fast food studied holdin' cliff's notes vendors
    Now holds a bachelors in training ninjas to tip toe better
    These are them sham city kidney kicks to the loose bolts
    Belly ache-killins for claim who stand iffy on food, clothes, medicate
    Pollywog, hug a spot lit with bigger lizards
    In the land of hot milk and honey with stingers in it
    Zinger!
    Jimmy to jist up, check ya tip cup
    Mother's watching babies near to preachers keen on fist f___s
    Keep your schnoz clean, ears open, chopper zipped up!
    Food, clothes, medicine, cause hungry, naked, sick, sucks!
    Collide with worker ants, with autobahn inertia dance,
    and curb them harp love bugs by the cursive final curtain clamp
    Another savior with his foot, cold, stuck in his mouth
    I played that "Who Knows"; food, clothes...? - f___ it, I'm out

    Walk on glass, bang on doors,
    Talk all trash, hang on w____s
    Walk on cash, bank on wars
    like food, clothes, medicine, it's yours
    it's yours, it's yours, it's yours
    Food, clothes, medicine Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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