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AESOP ROCK lyrics - Skelethon

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Don't fool with his cool I turn a staff to a snake and back, evade crack Shake a 5150 in shades and a fake stache Dirtbike made of 5 worse bikes, uphill Tabletop frames on dutch tilt, crush kill MakerBot coin-op arcade punk Talkin' arcane science, dark age pulp Four eyes card face, bark Aes iron on [?] Pork rinds orange age, Jarred brains die alone No Mulligans, crow bars bird cage Cold, colonize Mars on Earth day And surface from the cellar door like worms into the petrichor Messenger, better get a vessel for a Tetris score Zilch, cowabunga homies call me "press ignore" Devastating energy exploding off his Tesla coil Farm baited breath and tempermental tremors That taught a man to wave with 10 percent of his fingers And I never lost tic tac toe to a live chicken For the footage, I'm off cam dynamite fishin' For diamondback rattles in his holy grail Evoke colony collapse via gross betrayal 3 wolf moon shirt, two shoes one sock Wore the same hoodie everyday like Mumm-Ra Buh-dum-bum, follow the regenerated rebel flesh [?] Out of sorts, out of water, suicidal tetra fish Who stood by the conviction in his we should be together less forevermore Before we are the severed heads of civil war And basing [?] radio ricochet off the silver foil Trash can fire looking for a kill to grill or spoil Quickly, purveyors of fine hijinks I know, this is why we can't have nice things I prefer to skip the pleasantries Flip the diner table, dip in time for final jeopardy No shit Oh and don't fool with his cool Ma, can we get a pool? ... Is that a no? Okay, magpies, Hoarders, and allied forces Who lick zig-zags being dragged by horses Transcribe stories in patterns of pins dropping Skinned boars and exaggerated limb-lopping Slow Mozart, no I've never heard a knocking Might've burst in on it, splits or skin popping [?] Opt out, sober on the eve of no saints day Locate and aim for the token propane tank Bang! Followed from a pulling of hair To a homecoming sullied by a skull on a spear It spun a human resources issue to public affair Reciprocity is a pestilent compulsion to bear And ultimately unfulfilling, concurrently that rigid upper lipping grudge or crippling [?] The wonder twins are bitching Armchair hater, I wouldn't piss on your coffin But when I see your picture I draw dicks on it The ozone breakaway tux Holds chicken wire ribs and paper mache guts Pipe cleaner mustache, fork hands, google eyes Macaroni gas face, no plan to humanize You are now rockin' with the worst Nothing up his sleeve, nothing here is what it seems Paranormal weather, mysteriously disappearing bees Not to mention the collateral delirium it breeds Jeez, forgive him and he dicey past He from a tiny town called Deaths Icy Grasp And he don't get out much but when he do it's beetlemania Do not be asleep at the feet of his feelers radius Too charitable, offerin' the average joe some real estate Between the big mouth billy bass and jackalope Cozy in a moment of bliss Snatch the food off your plate, snatch a goat off a bridge No shit

It Was A Good Day

ICE CUBE "The Predator"
[Ice Cube] Break 'em off somethin [inhales] Shit.. [exhales] Yo.. Yo.. uhh.. [Verse One] Just wakin up in the mornin gotta thank God I don't know but today seems kinda odd No barkin from the dog, no smog And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog (damn) I got my grub on, but didn't pig out Finally got a call from a girl I wanna dig out (Whassup) Hooked it up for later as I hit the do' Thinkin will I live, another twenty-fo' I gotta go cause I got me a drop top And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop Had to stop, at a red light Lookin in my mirror and not a jacker in sight And everything is alright I got a beep from Kim, and she can fuck all night Called up the homies and I'm askin y'all Which park, are y'all playin basketball Get me on the court and I'm trouble Last week fucked around and got a triple double Freakin niggaz everyway like M.J. I can't believe, today was a good day (shit!) [Verse Two] Drove to the pad and hit the showers Didn't even get no static from the cowards Cause just yesterday them fools tried to blast me Saw the police and they rolled right past me No flexin, didn't even look in a nigga's direction as I ran the intersection Went to $hort Dog's house, they was watchin Yo! MTV Raps What's the haps on the craps Shake 'em up, shake 'em up, shake 'em up, shake 'em Roll 'em in a circle of niggaz and watch me break 'em with the seven, seven-eleven, seven-eleven Seven even back do' Lil' Joe I picked up the cash flow Then we played bones, and I'm yellin domino Plus nobody I know got killed in South Central L.A. Today was a good day (shit!) [Verse Three] Left my nigga's house paid (what) Picked up a girl been tryin to fuck since the 12th grade It's ironic, I had the brew she had the chronic The Lakers beat the Supersonics I felt on the big fat fanny Pulled out the jammy, and killed the punanny And my dick runs deep, so deep So deep put her ass to sleep Woke her up around one She didn't hesitate, to call Ice Cube the top gun Drove her to the pad and I'm coastin Took another sip of the potion hit the three-wheel motion I was glad everything had worked out Dropped her ass off and then chirped out Today was like one of those fly dreams Didn't even see a berry flashin those high beams No helicopter looking for a murder Two in the mornin got the Fatburger Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp And it read, 'Ice Cube's a pimp' (yeah) Drunk as hell but no throwin up Half way home and my pager still blowin up Today I didn't even have to use my A.K. I got to say it was a good day (shit!) [Ice Cube] Hey wait, wait a minute Pooh, stop this shit What the fuck I'm thinkin about

We Don't Give A Fuck

DMX "Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood"
[Chorus 2X] Uhh used to be my dog you was in my left titty Scream RYDE OR DIE I thought you would die wit me Found out you a bitch you can't even ryde wit me Now it's a war you ain't on the side wit me [DMX] When it rain, niggaz get wet, stay dry Don't cross me, I compete the snake eye Just lost you, left your shadow in the dark Fucked around it forced me to hit the shadow with a spark Blew your shit apart, now it's two halves of one nigga 'Look at him', I said after a few laughs, 'Dumb nigga Stupid is as stupid does cocksucker And look what being stupid does, get you shot sucker I let you get too close and you bit me I suppose it went on for too long you tried to hit me Thought you was wit me Well you might as well forget me, cuz from this point on It's war, it won't stop until one of us is gone I'm still mad at myself for lettin that shit go down Somebody shoulda told me I was fuckin wit a clown And I think they found and let.. you.. nigga.. drown ....you know how shit get around [Chorus - 2X] Aiyyo X fuck them niggaz, them niggaz ain't your dogs Better treat like some cats and shake they ass to the floor Ben seen the foul shit put the guns in him Lil wanna be you so why you run wit him Can't trust niggaz no further than you can throw 'em You don't wanna murder the niggaz, then you blow 'em Your using your style, that make 'em yo child Then he shouldn't make a move till he hear it from yo mouth We don't allow snakes runnin wit dogs Tell them ain't nothing like a funeral it's gonna be yours Double R, and I ain't here to start trouble god But if they wasn't your niggaz I would have been hit 'em hard Niggaz look like they phony, sound like they phony Run around actin like motherfucker's homies We all make mistakes, that's part of the breaks But you can still call the apes we bringin the duct tape And the broomstick them bitch-ass niggaz is gettin raped Know how we ryde, whoever on they side they die And we ain't tryin to be blind,fuck eye for eye Cuz we only takin yours, you know the dogs motherfucker [Chorus - 2X] [DMX] There was always something there, but I just couldn't touch it Wasn't something that would hurt me, so a nigga said 'Fuck it' I let it slide, laughed and joked let it ride And now that you done killed it, I'm glad that it died It's aiight, I know where you live, I'm just waitin Till we knock on your front door, and let you meet Satan It's what you get for hatin, fuck you faggot I never did trust you faggot, I'll bust you faggot What you done forgot about the streets is this Do a grimy nigga like you do a grimy bitch Just stop fuckin wit him, got no more rap No more, 'Yo what's up, D' no more that Be lucky if I don't spit in your face, off a GP And what bitch-ass nigga, you can't beat me Don't take it as a loss, just take it as a lesson Next time think twice or get iced wit the Wessun NIGGA [Chorus - 2X]

The Great

DMX "Ryde Or Die: Vol.2"
[DMX] Wooh Come on Wooh Uh, uh, wooh Come on Wooh Uh, uh uh Man, I hear you niggas talkin But'choo walkin the wrong way to really mean it I done heard it, I done seen it, don't get caught up in between it Its a dark road you walkin on, same street that I be stalkin on Suppose to be quiet, but you keep talkin on Now ya mouth got you in some shit So we gon' let everybody see your gangsta ass get smaked like a bitch Guess I'll remind y'all niggas, I can find y'all niggas Click click, whats up, walk up right behind y'all niggas Once the four four hit'cha You ain't going no where but out the door on a stretcha Boy, I'ma get'cha Wet y'all niggas up like a pool 'Cuz I done told you, Y'ALL GON' MAKE ME LOSE MY COOL Yo Knock get the glock, these bitch niggas is actin Making movies, we'll make a movie about this shit after is happened All that yappin, that them niggas is gettin away with Take it easy my friend, let 'em know, dog ain't to be played with [Chorus: DMX] A nigga gotta take a girl with the back I'm fuckin with the hood and I'm back I wish you understood why I'm back It would take a lotta pressure off my back A nigga gotta take a girl with the back I'm fuckin with the hood and I'm back I wish you understood why I'm back It would take a lotta pressure off my back [DMX] Uh, uh, uh Most of these hard rocks turn out to be soft as wet dog shit Talkin shit, but when the fog spits, dog they all split Then all hit the ground around the same time In the same frame of mind, thangs up in the nine left them bitches blind, hit 'em up from behind Yeah, thats how you do that And he had such a good head up on his shoulders, but I blew that Fuck you black, you new cats don't know somethin important You die quick fuckin with my shit, and my shits extortin House rules, when I speak, y'all niggas listen I drop jewels that y'all cats can't afford to keep missin Drinkin fueled by drugs Shits about to get real outta hand dog, betta get ya man dog Rap shit comes second, I'ma show you what a robber do Mention ice one more time and I'm robbin you Tie you up for a week starvin you Beatin the shit outta you everday, cuz yo, these niggas gotta pay [Chorus] [DMX] Uh, uh, uh Dog it ain't no secret 'bout how its going down once I put on the pressure It ain't nothing but another nigga put on a stretcher With a blanket over his face, take him to the morgue with the waste 'Cuz he was in the wrong place at the wrong time So I gave it to him in his chest In his throat, in his head, in his back, through his vest, YES Ain't a whole lot to braking a nigga down fast They call me black 'cuz thats how I'm gon' be on that ass Y'all pussy niggas think y'all sweet But ain't a fuckin thing going down til I eat So can I beef You betta while you still got teeth 'Cuz they about to get knocked out, hopped out On that ass with a blast that'll make ya shit drop out Popped out, through a you know what Cuz you know why, and you know my Motherfuckin name up in this game And bitch, you know I Will never be crossed flippin, but on some east coast terms New York niggas do, fuck the perms [Chorus]

The Interview

Artifact "That's Them"
[El Da Sensei] My characteristics be mistic, you ask who is it doin it, with the next type of tecs running through it The bullshit, I mean, rap style clean while I lean my 6 foot frame, Tame's the other being Seeing that niggas wack, time to take it back to basics Like saucony sneakers or a pair of Asics Don't hate this- analyst, hip hop activist battle tecnician who be on a mission now listen [Tame One] Tame One got more grip than gore tex I'm comin through your set like CBS writing my name up in your projects Who wanna test me when I'm sess-ted Pushing the paragraph like it's a Lexus I come off hot like Texas My west disrtict predicts that I'm the shit So I walk through the bricks and shoot the gif like it's a full fifth I bring the ruckus filling dutches with dust I spread love like Take 6 until the whole spliff bust [El] We wish to diminish MC frauds who need to check into a rap clinic, thinking that they all in it My message to those is right down to the core kick your best MC and all his niggas through the door 3-point offense, defense level's high Stamina a hundred, leave your team ass dry [Tame] It's still our nature to hate ya play you out like Las Vegas cause my crew's got more game than 16 Segas with adaptors, battling wack rappers and actors for all their stacks and keeping my family fucked up like the Jacksons [El] Yo, you couldn't find my dap if you tried to use a map or instructions, the number ones sold, guns be bustin so Best to recognize, eyes is on the prize watching for spies who want a piece of the lyrical pie [Tame] Crews be flippin like they really wanna die but when I ease up, they freeze and can't look me in the eye I got folders on the jokers who talk trash They never walk past, cause I be checkin for they're hall pass Haul ass and let me shine like glass do when I die make a statue, I get in you like a tattoo I pay homage to all the bombers that I'm fly with enduring politics and getting paid off of some side shit [El] I push niggas back who lack skills to hold their own Jackin other brothers' styles way that they can zone Prone to dismantle your insides like Mickey Mantle My form lasts long, like trick candles You see the work of these rhyme experts that hurt niggas in cyphers to make the other states liver Survivors of the fittest light the graf then ASCAP Sen-S-E-I peep the next paragraph [Tame] In all actu-al my style's wilder than a crack spot I'm illin, using the putas you buildin as my backdrop I paint a picture perfect with a thousand pencils From the back of Continentals, Lincolns, drinkin, thinkin mental You better look through your girl's tape collection cause this next subject might have a nigga second-guessing I wanna do raps and get fat like Apache so I can get nasty and dis a nigga like a taxi [El] My exquisite exhibit has facts in this specific Most niggas boast how they represent and come with it But whose the rudest boys, coolest with poise Artifacts be stickin them with rhythm poise Is on the biz, taylor skills like Liz Tryin to save the culture, vultures wanna run the biz You hear my voice more clear, intact peep the lyrics, trap my sectrets Ill like the film called the Curor Questions, answers, brothers payin dues MCs recognize, yo, we endin this interview

Know Da Game

Frankie Cutlass "Politics Bullshit"
[Featuring Roc City O] Hook: Games people play (I wanna know) Games people play (why the brothers be playin' them games) Verse 1: Here comes the man of the hour Never catch me fuckin' with cowards Rock men from Thug Life to High Powered Blazin' trees Chinese chicks to Lebanize Across seas me and Big Frank be pickin' up keys Sieze the opportunity to freeze MCs Recognize who be gettin' that cheese please I see you watchin' me like Whitenour You gettin' power Chickens gassin' you thinkin' your clique is as big as ours Long time no beef on the streets Ain't nothing sweet I still walk around packin' heat You pose no threat you get yourself soakin' wet Vibes from the mac and the tech And what we be doin' chumps uptown we call them push ups Pushed about a thousand grills shit is real (yeah) I leave no evidence cat's ain't been heard from ever since And officer, those ain't my fingerprints Down low I'm scary slide to the back of this City-O cash flow is miraculous Mark what I say somebodys got to pay My clique walk around sick like Doc Holiday Hook (x2) Niggas got a lot of games Verse 2: A-yo blaze something quick So recognize who ya fuckin' with I'm gettin' bricks runnin' with Colombians While you punk motherfuckers starve on a block I'm drivin' around spots gettin' mad props Fuck standin' on the ave gettin' cash (what?) That's all in the past I graduated fromt he class (yeah) Every thug get a chance to be the man I got mines and now this nigga's pissin' in they pants (ha ha) They scared to death they know it's real here I murder niggas if not I have them rollin' in a wheel chair I dare a nigga to step up i bet his t-shirt his sweater Have holes from my nine beretta I'm not the one for the postin' up shit I toast you up quick I have you floatin' in the ocean I get down like that cause I have to in the Big Apple Many niggas try to cap you, for nothin' Niggas be frontin' for fame they don't know the game All they want to do is leave blood stains That's why I keep my gat cocked and steady Like Teddy I keep it on my waistline ready I'm deadly like Freddie Kruger but fuck the claws I'm strickly steppin' to ya niggas with the ruegers I need my shit kid that be rapidly repeated The more shots the more my enemy starts retreatin' So back the fuck up I'm blowin' niggas out the frame Maintain before you get a bullet in your brain I'm that insain nigga from the Money Makin' All you niggas fakin' I'm a leave your body shakin' Hook The streets ain't no game Rock City will let 'em know Verse 3: Now yo fuck the radio and fuck the airplay I'm strickly underground sayin' what I want to say It doesn't matter if I'm hurt or not I'm a wreck shop my way and still get props That's my word shit is gettin' real with these critics They always talk about a nigga lyrics I ain't tryin't to hear it Everyday the industry is gettin' realer Sort of like that crack shit being done by the dealer Brothers gettin' paid under the table Labels already knowin' who they want to be stable But fuck it I'm still gonna try to bring the ruckus I'm comin' through your town Ill Man with the Cutlass I saw a lot of niggas fail oh well They mad cause I'm everlasting like a Duracell Battery don't try to battle me My mentality is gettin' salaries is all reality Hook

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