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AESOP ROCK lyrics - Music For Earthworms


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[Les Miserables sample] STUDENT ONE Platoon of sappers advancing toward the barricade! STUDENT TWO Troops behind them, fifty men or more! [Aesop] I target the cruks of all that's considered sin The lost child venomous neck that spittles off my chin Color me what? Spell-bound man hunting hell-hound Special investigations set king pin Bounce and of course your happy Mic activist Axis pivotal point spun all to often Now walk and spin cycle Dug psychadelic syndrome jabs your abdomen I'm adament with disperse and curse across You're playing your chances broken branches Scattered around your mainframe type uproot it My hand saluted eastward compass is spinning Magnetic field my metal mind driven Threshold fresh coke crush and affect Mic check and spin a rec conglomerate The all absorbing metamorphing monument Not that average once upon a glock, glock, glock Dot, dot, dot, etcetera The heated mass of fire and gas threatens your retina Burning you back to immobile twitchin fetal position Itching for what could have been if not for who This is Aesop Rock I'm with 50 million troops upon my side Flying towards the fraudulence coordinates One hand on my mic While the other drove my flag into your sidewalk My sprouts stalks pawns and then I'm gone Close encounters of the first kind Contact cursed minds skies red Stuck sitting spinning world wide webs Over whim and worry flurried on your sidesteps My pride treads thick Utilize wide lens I slide strength in Tell her gently we utilize mic like skeller Tanky evidently all is not well In a metra pot sell Automatic hell habitat Tainted polutin it's toxic to me The melancholy-olly-oxygen free on the night watch Boo signs reduced y'all troops to tragedy Radically millions morphing the orphans Spitting distortion Piteous portions lacked a guiding light Overiding and striding through the night Story army extends mics like dendrites I blend life Dark then gray shapes Till the splays made illustrate my views on sanity If you're feeling famished we are family Aesop Rock the canopy seek shelter I have weaved a web across the sky hovering covering all Night crawling audio visual veterans Spreading like spores to the homes of all average Americans 50 million poets screaming all on the run That's 50 million hearts beating as one This is Aesop Rock I'm with 50 million troops upon my side Flying towards the fraudulence coordinates One hand on my mic While the other drove my flag into your sidewalk My sprouts stalks pawns and then I'm gone

Are We There Yet?

[Talking] [Anybody Killa:] Sometimes it feels like we've been driving all night Hungry as a stray dog, with no food in sight Had a bomb ass show, now it's on to the next Full tank of gas, with a bag of stress Hoping that the next city's got that good So that I can get my nerves straight And make my brain shake It's been hours, but it seems like days Bored as a muthafucka, wide awake [Chorus:] Are we there yet? I got this urge to rock a show Damn near everywhere I go Are we there yet? I got this urge to rock a show Damn near everywhere I go Are we there yet? I got this urge to rock a show Damn near everywhere I go Are we there yet? I got this urge to rock a show Damn near everywhere I go [Break: x2] I can't take this, are we there yet? Put the pedal to the metal, and let's ride! We on these crazy highways, smoke away the night before Conversating about when we come back, it's got to be just as dope Oh the party in the parking lots, on the streets up by the beaches It takes so much time to get there, I always have the urge to speak [Chorus] Boogie nights, doing it right Up till the sun comes up so who's driving? All I know is that you better pay attention There might be something, you're missing So keep your eyes wide open And look out for something weird [talking]

Good Mourning

TALIB KWELI "Reflection Eternal"
Good morning, Brook-nam Another stop... on the train (wake up... wake up... wake up...) We come to a stop that everybody got to make... Whether you local or express [Talib Kweli] What's the meanin of ghettofabulous Not ridin the back of the bus I'm a revolutionary antagonist Some playas is mad at us for just doin our music out of love Some underground heads is hatin cause we have fun at clubs I'm probably on some government list for my rhymin You a fool if you don't think they already tapped your line Medicine is big business so my remedies is herbal It's music is for the people so we Reflection Eternal Listen, you hear the difference between science and science fiction We blow it out like if you leave on every appliance in the kitchen at once; still rolling kind bud in Cuban blunts On the corner watchin how kids comin to Brooklyn for they fronts Niggas run past what they need chasing after what they want Fuckin chumps, you walk down the street and get jumped Brooklyn cats like to bubble out of town no lookin back When you a ghetto chef you mastered the art of cookin crack Some get caught sleepin on the Mother City so when they go They come back as tales of niggas we used to know Never looked up to see the stars in all they heavenly glory Just straight ahead cause the peripheral is buildings with mad stories Not floors but dramas is played out, shorties get laid out like respect and fade out like TV sets into the banks of our memories (let it be) we'll never forget you Lyin on your deathbed askin for God to bless you [Hook: Talib Kweli] Good mourning, good afternoon, good night What have you done with your life Everybody time comes to be embraced by the light You only scared to die when you ain't livin right, man I'm puttin up a hellafied fight {*Hi Tek scratch: Stay awake to the ways of the world *} [Talib Kweli] I need you all to be clear on exactly what I'm sayin With your attention span I understand that I ain't playin You mistaken if you somehow think it's just me you facin Starin me down while your enemy is standin adjacent My heart is racin but I know just what I stand for We chasin death carelessly like +Jessica+, I +Care Moore+ Who said, Just because no one can understand how you speak don't necessarily mean that what you be sayin is deep In case you die in your sleep you ask the Lord for a blessin Sometimes they sneak up so quiet that the silence is deafenin You'll never know who the assassin is until it's your time to go Your life is flashin, askin for forgiveness but you move too slow Now the people that you love bear the pain that you once harbored You was livin for yourself so you could never be a martyr Life is hard, death is harder; you somebody baby father Someone's lover, son of your mother, somebody brother Somebody nigga, now your spirit in the air like a whisper Hearin your name mentioned when we pourin out some liquor The days go by quicker and the nights don't seem to differ It's gettin cold, so I shivered and asked my soul to be delivered [Hook: Talib Kweli] Good mourning, good afternoon, good night What have you done with your life Everybody time comes to be embraced by the light You only scared to die when you ain't livin right, man I'm puttin up a hellafied fight {*Hi Tek scratch: Stay awake to the ways of the world *} [Talib Kweli] Yo, the time come for everybody.. It ain't somethin you can really prepare for Yo, yo, Mad Duke, rock rock on and Curtis Mayfield, rock rock on and Grover Washington, rock rock on and My Aunt Hazel, rock rock on and Big L, rock rock on and Freaky Tah rock rock on and Jerome Green, rock rock on and Slang Ton, rock rock on and We celebrate life.. {*echoes*}

Purse Snatchaz !

[Chorus: Greg Valentine] There's no sunshine in the city That's the way it's going down People kill and people dyin Every time I turn around There's no sunshine... [Sticky Fingaz] I roll wit purse snatchaz, the villains, and trespassers Criminalist, and parole violators I raidin wit regulators, invaded the instigators Passed the procrastinators, rolled on retaliators Roamin at home wit burglars, party wit murderers Scandal big reelers, I sell coke to dope dealers Ask the stash dealers, so rash the gat peelers The time behind bars, ridin in stolen cars Forty deuce six, posin hard, rollin large Big pockets that pay, pistol black is big smackers Back up the ally, attack us, waitin for the crackers Smugglers, muggers, in the gutters wit ruck cutters Runnin up on niggas for butter lovers, or whatever Can't take it for hoppers cockers, by watchin cops and robbers But kid it's, kinda fittest, quit this, money get this For beaters wit heaters to bleed us, and speed us, and 2 seaters Crime essence and crime confessions, yea pure precious My guess is good as yours, while niggas be takin draws Rapers and zipper rippers, take rappers and over actors Bottle throwers, the buddha rollers I roll wit cigar smoke flowers Boilers wit playas, slashes bashes Mercedes Always solicit, and pullin out on project business Schemin and scandalous, the dreamers and pan handlers Ready to run up in Rockefeller, put the glock in the teller And tell the bitch to give the money, and hurry up [Chorus] [Sonsee] To me, USG livin, is one gigantic ring of concealin Double dealin, drug fiendin, sellin and schemin On the next beam, fleein from the cops, caught wit beings Illegal operatin, law violatin and death escalatin We all need our dollars straighten, bro we can't be toleratin Man that's frustratin, that's why we be demonstratin How we be law breakin, cash takin, drug jugglin Hand to hand, stand and lookout, money struck out to keep 'em strugglin Embezzlin, extortin, man slaughter and assaultin Mass shootin, slugs stabbin, gangs feudin and females boostin For child supportin, or self done abortion Everything costin, we all lustin for this fortune So we'll still be rowdy and riotin and lookin Every group and, until we see some more improvin It'll be mad human deliciously, can't completion Cuz every day is killin season [Chorus] [Sticky Fingaz] I pledge allegiance to the street and blame God For the creation of this pitiful Earth, that's filled wit temptation Birth was my invitation, death will be initiation Now I just got a probation, so wish me congratulation But I'm under investigation, for psychic evaluation Facin incarceration, and isolation over the color discrimination So I need the participation the Caucasian assassination Time is wastin, it's a Sticky situation Tryin to stop a reproduction, to come off a population And there's no exaggeration, so whoever in an association Wit the nigga retaliation that needs a total cooperation When hours of desperation, on for ya information A confrontation will be fought by the younger generation Cuz we got determination, all we need is organization So I use my concentration wit a Jim Crow education Cuz history repeats itself, ya destination ya plantation All come as loud as nation, that builds upon a communication And then without a explanation, a hesitation, we have a reservation To elite from a tree my decorations So because of these altercations, we need to make some me duration's That's being the manipulation of this God damn nation And witness how the warn indication, so it's the end of ya conversation

Miss Ghost

DON HENLEY "Inside Job"
On a misbegotten, moonless night I stumbled in my door Disgusted with my circumstance Soaked to every pore When floating from my bedroom Came a moaning and a sigh ¡°Oh, I've had one too many It's just the wind,¡± says I I lit up a cigarette And I poured a good, stiff drink You see, I needed to compose myself I needed time to think No sooner had I settled down The moaning came again Drifting through the silence Like some otherworldly violin I bounded up the staircase I went slippin' and slidin' down the hall You know, I've been around the whole, wide world But I was not prepared at all Uninvited visitor, unsuspecting host ¡°Well, I see you've made yourself at home. Good evening, Miss Ghost.¡± You're more beautiful than ever I feel just like a kid And I commence to trembling When I think of all the things we did Skin as pale as marble; lips as red as blood Imagine my surprise, my dear I thought that you were gone for good You look so lovely lying there All stretched out on your back But I'm the one who's strung up here On old temptation's rusty rack And in the wee small hours Is when I miss you the most And I confess it, I have missed you Miss Ghost I threw open the window And I howled at the rain And I cursed the weakness of the flesh This breath and bone¡ªand this brute, reptilian brain What dirty tricks the mind can play In the lonely dead of night When you bump into the shadow Of a faded love that wasn't right Way down beneath the surface Far beyond the light of day So many things lie buried deep And baby, they should stay that way Oh, my wicked, little habit We've really made a mess Everything's been trivialized In our vain pursuit of happiness And even though you've come for me I won't go back with you To some temporary heaven Down some empty, dead-end avenue But it's been so good to have you here And I propose a toast ¡°Here's to seeing through you¡ª Miss Ghost.¡±

Many Moons

JANELLE MONÁE "Metropolis Suite I Of IV: The Chase"
[Verse 1:] We're dancing free but we're stuck here underground And everybody trying to figure they way out Hey Hey Hey, all we ever wanted to say Was chased erased and then thrown away And day to day we live in a daze [Refrain:] We march all around til' the sun goes down night children Broken dreams, no sunshine, endless crimes, we long for freedom (for freedom) You're free but in your mind, your freedom's in a bind [Chorus:] Oh make it rain, ain't a thang and the sky to fall (The silver bullet's in your hand and the war's heating up) And when the truth goes BANG the shouts splatter out (Revolutionize your lives and find a way out) And when you're growing down instead of growing up (You gotta ooo ah ah like a panther) Tell me are you bold enough to reach for love? (Na na na...) [Verse 2:] So strong for so long All I wanna do is sing my simple song Square or round, rich or poor At the end of day and night all we want is more I keep my feet on solid ground and use my wings when storms come around I keep my feet on solid ground for freedom You're free but in your mind, your freedom's in a bind [Chorus] [Cybernetic Chantdown:] Civil rights, civil war Hood rat, crack whore Carefree, nightclub Closet drunk, bathtub Outcast, weirdo Stepchild, freak show Black girl, bad hair Broad nose, cold stare Tap shoes, Broadway Tuxedo, holiday Creative black, Love song Stupid words, erased song Gun shots, orange house Dead man walking with a dirty mouth Spoiled milk, stale bread Welfare, bubonic plague Record deal, light bulb Keep back kid not corporate thug Breast cancer, common cold HIV, lost hope Overweight, self esteem Misfit, broken dream Fish tank, small bowl Closed mind, dark hold Cybergirl, droid control Get away now they trying to steal your soul Microphone, one stage Tomboy, outrage Street fight, bloody war Instigators, third floor Promiscuous child, broken dream STD, quarentine Heroin user, coke head Final chapter, death bed Plastic sweat, metal skin Metallic tears, mannequin Carefree, night club Closet drunk, bathtub White house, Jim Crow Dirty lies, my regards [Closing Lullaby:] And when the world just treats you wrong just come with me and I'll take you home No need to pack a bag Who put your life in the danger zone? You running dropping like a rolling stone No need to pack a bag You just can't stop your hurt from hanging on The old man dies and then a baby's born Chan, chan, chan, change your life And when the world just treats you wrong just come with me and I'll take you home Shan, shan shan shan-gri la Na na na na na na na na na na na

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