Aesop Rock Nickel Plated Pockets Lyrics

Daylight Track Listing
12" Vinyl 1
  • 1 Daylight (dirty)
  • 2 Daylight (clean)
  • 3 Daylight (instrumental)
  • 4 Night Light
  • 5 Night Light (instrumental)
  • 6 Nickel Plated Pockets
  • 7 Nickel Plated Pockets (instrumental)
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    [INTRO: Vast Aire & Aesop conversing]
    Yo, (Alright Ok)
    Can I get a quarter or something?
    Little hungry, you know what I'm saying? (Alright Ok)
    Homeless...
    I need a Lucy yo...
    (Yo...)

    [VERSE ONE]
    Walk into the store with a pocket full of nickels
    And a city full of horns, jackhammers, and rape whistles
    The alley cats manipulate the blocks with gutter magic
    Today my heart beats only out of habit
    Check it, it's like..
    My man Jus used to keep an ox between his teeth
    Said he could spit it with pinpoint accuracy if there was beef
    We chuckled out loud
    Still the thought of it intrigued me, (right)
    So now I keep a jackal under my tongue to spit with related reasoning
    The earthworm turbulent murder burnout Gerber baby no brain or memoir stardom
    Alarmed, pardon the ??
    Robber crumb ugly dumb image
    Barely sprung ? now grimace
    Nearly cut cherry blood's picket wrist back in high school (now it's like)
    Spy with a millipede pentagon pirate navigates cities some systems
    Urbanite turbines
    Twisted Pistons
    Termites that infect ? Village
    There's roaches in the pillars (Spillover)
    And crawl across commuter-train wingtips and loafers
    It's the theme park I built
    Pocket full of nickels for cigarettes, gum, and milk, bitterness, love, and violence
    I'm writing a petition to have smoking as a sport
    in the 2002 Summer Olympic Games (wanna sign it?)
    Now look, I jux germs draggin a gavel knee deep in a maggot hatchery
    Operation capture flag by any means
    If this means anything at all, anyway it's a riddle
    Walk into the store with a pocket full of nickels

    [SEGUE 1: Vast Aire & Aesop Conversing]
    Ay uh, yo excuse me (Ay Yo) yo
    Can I borrow a dollar or something? (Ah sorry man) nickel?
    (Sorry man, I can't help you out dog) Quarter?
    Something man? (Yeah I only got enough for like cigarettes and shit man)
    Alright man, I see how it is (I'm straight)

    [VERSE TWO]
    Walk into the store with a pocket full of nickels
    And a city full of World Trade Center victim candle vigils
    There's anthrax in our mailboxes and Xanax in my tummy
    There's a single Spanish female out west traveling the country
    Freak of ?? glazer major running bases
    Neighborhood watch weasels pacing ugly acres more than often
    If I ever make it big, I'm gonna build a skyscraper tall enough to piss on
    cloud 9 egos from my corner office
    You can't pull the plug on a catapult (nope)
    I toss a nickel to a bum's cup from twenty paces thumbs up
    Got twenty ways to tell you shut the fuck up
    Nineteen of ‘em are 24 bars long, the other one goes (SHUT THE FUCK UP!)
    And an electronic daddy long legs stay grimy up in your zoning wall
    Groveling villagers, trying to hide behind the windmill
    I just got in pig-back through subway tunnels with a third rail nearest
    While most still try to penetrate the alligator plants (It goes)
    Back in the class, throwing pencils at professors
    And making barbarellas giggle
    That's when life's pleasures were simple
    Now it takes a dancing bear jumping through flaming hoops
    to even make em buy the god-forsaken single!
    Though shall not desecrate the soothing spiral
    altered by a classic cut to vinyl
    Find that in the Bible!
    My insult Militia'll fix you up
    Out by the pyramid shaped torso with your hollow numbskull balancing on top
    Now if you got a lock and gas mask outside of your own apartment
    You could pretty safely quote Shamar
    Life's Ill, sometimes Life might kill, sometimes prayers dwindle
    Walk into the store with a pocket full of nickels

    [SEGUE 2: Vast Aire & Aesop Conversing]
    Yo (ay what's up man?) Yo can I ohh...
    No..Never mind man (I can't help you out man)
    Asshole! (Yo man, I'm trying to help myself out right now)
    Fucking asked you for a Lucy and you turned me down (Dog, I'm sorry dog!)

    [VERSE THREE]
    Walk into the store, same pocket, same nickels
    In a city where every crack in the sidewalk's a symbol
    Where there's crack in the basement, where there's crack in the slave ships
    Where there's crack whores and corrupt pigs killing cats trying to crack cases
    My boombox runs on a baboon heart transplant (This is hell!)
    I got a poltergeist on a leash trained by Caroline herself
    Two Thousand something...
    Technology aid itself glutton
    Every move I make's from a robot gepetto pressing a red button
    It's Vietnam in the fumes
    Yes I run with cannibals that bite the hand
    that feeds cuz it tastes better than the food
    The prickly outer shell's genetic, it helps defense mode
    But it also helps to fuck up a couple of sacred friendships
    Watch a six legged insect crawl out of the billy goat beard
    Watch a sick makeshift bitch threat fall out when the filthy smoke clears
    Watch the insect's stinger sting threat till it has sweat a bullet
    Sweat a full clip, sweat a river, dead the bullshit, sail away and wither
    You're the kind of cat that rolls a pimped out Caddy
    dropped with rims and limousine tints bucking Enya
    Insert laughter here
    I wanna rap a lot and stack cheddar by the fistful
    But for now, I walk into the store with a pocket full of huhh...

    [OUTRO: Vast Aire & Aesop conversing]
    Excuse me man (alright ok)
    Can I..Can I borrow a dollar or something to eat?...(alright ok) I'm..I'm hungry
    I'm saying yo...(alright ok) (Look at that..)
    I'm homeless man (Look at that bum) (alright ok)
    I fought for this country man (yeah)
    Sleep on park benches....starvin'
    All I need is like a lucy and like a sandwich or somethin' man..
    Wiping my ass with the Daily News man...c'mon man..
    Sleepin' with squirrels (Oh my god, What are you doing with that squirrel?)
    Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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