Aesop Rock - Antisocial lyrics

"When I'm in a re no-vative
State of mind I'm innovative"

It’s like antisocial
Hazardous portion organically nourished
Courage to flourish in music's orphans
Lunge nicotine dream missing link weariest
Caution we proclaim till brain’s
Arch like Sagittarius Shield
Yield to the eyes as mescaline killin' fields
Rise groggy stone gaze marching moodily
'til plural styles amalgamated beautifully
Rudely awoke, sing rubber-glue conglomerates
Sucking up love
While brushing parasitic critics to
My left side i test glide
Kamikaze crash distort that's on my preface
(check) the therapeutic unit recommended
Now slow-mo Quasimotos teeter
On ringleader status
While I spit satellite photos while
Teetering on the stratus
Sleepwalking the atlas after none
Trudge and nudge my ninety-nine octane brain
To one oh-one run to organize my mood
Like cauterize my wound and climb up
Lovely samaritans line up like bar codes
For a fraction of my factions
The hollow of his hand
Beholds contraptions via
Amplified files collapsed your cacophonic'
Conquest my specs up
Morph hostile and docile
Insubordinance your phylum
Chordata asylum swarmes' your
Coordinates rush
Must not sleep, must warn others
I’ll tourniquet your turbulence
Then trample on your stutters
If I could displace every vagrant in America
With traces of my character
The Earth would be a more pitiful habitat
With infinite acres of
Auto-cry intricate nature
Swung open the nomenclature to
Obscure warlock trickeryPure
Hazmat got tossed back by
Liquors supporting patience
Working knuckles for audio duplication
That’s like fiending for a purpose

Aesop Rock, prototype Robocop
Jabberwocky rocking on the highest hilltop
I possess two siamese styles that’s like
Connected at the mic hollering monstrous
Poly-tech impede indidgy progress, deaf
Swept off your meridian it’s
Operation Start With
A Slummy Raped Your Milk and Honey
Can I like
Conjure up like all potent components of like
Middle siblings scribbling on
His lonesome like
Hit him with my ninety-nine
Metal plated mics upon
The wall, take em' down, pass em'round
Rock em' all bust it
I’m forever building my City of Lost Children
Ripping rungs off your ladder at a
Sardonic smirk ebonics lurking where
The crop circles
Got stamped out from the rain dance
Tsunami rain blast lift off like
Origami cranes and sloppy
Braincasted class-a-piece mastered to capture
Your flag then flutter
While slaves defy water sucked
Through from paper bags
The magic maker dragging devils
To add triple sixes
Melt the triple glitches on your console
I calibrate my mics prior to
Claimin' shit is rockable
Unlock and pull a backdoor for the bounce
While cannily panicking was the average i
Broadcast modern boredom mesozoic
Poetry pupils caught up in scruples from the
Inimical nature of my program
Elegantly overcast password curse an
A tactless bastard
Catatonic until personal practice mastered