Aesop Rock, Rob Sonic, Blueprint - BMX lyrics

You wanna know why? Because I'm
Dead messengers buried in
Their Melvins shirts
Awoken as reanimated mummies
From the sepulcher
Anonymous and secular and ribbons
And exposed brain
Roll with grown men who still use code names
Fold crawl space on the SS coat tails
Might chase six legs through his oatmeal
Oh dear, no pets eat his own homework
Pet cruise cobble step shoes
That are bone bugs
Holmes, sick to the fishbone comb
My yellow brick shtick ain't tip toe prone
It's a misthrown sticky bomb slipping
Off the fingers wrong
Any blips you're witnessing are living
In the Sigma laws
Blip, blip, dag, these ghosts need a doctor
Shelter, clean Dunlops on a walker
She sells sea shells, he draws revenge
Plots on a chalkboard
Watch what you walk toward

Live free, die fat
Rock shot to a kill screen time lapse
Watch how the blitzkrieg climax
Spring clean hijack, bring me my axe

Girl: What are you doing up there?
Guy: Stealing, I'm a weekend burglar
Girl: I'm on my lunch break
You want to help me kill half an hour?
Guy: No

I'm laying in a cut overstuffed
From a bad meal staring at the sun
On my back like a fat seal
Debating with myself about whether
Not rap's real
Cause broke motherfuckers are the only
Ones that have skill
Everybody got intentions that
They can't reveal
Major label acts got to act
Like they don't have deals
Claiming grassroots, I'm like "hell no
Your buzz is as organic as Monsanto"
I'm going at your beanstalk, ax in hand
Over a beat by Aes Rock, that's my man
People sleeping still believing that
We haven't expanded
But that's just a small part
Of the master plan, bitch
Printnificent, shining 'till your skin chafe
Write until the pen ache
Reclining by a big lake
I'm only winning cause I went
In and didn't wait
Chillin' at the crib by the time
You get your shit straight

Live free, die fat
Rock shot to a kill screen time lapse
Watch how the blitzkrieg climax
Spring clean hijack, bring me my axe

You suppose robots would enjoy
Listening to music?
You figure that if robots
Are electronic creations they
Enjoy listening to electronic music
You think you can create
A scientific symphony
We'd not only send to our metal friends but
Would also be fascinating to human ears
You already have
And it's on the other side of the record
I can't wait to hear it

MIDI with a drum change queue
Cherries in the mirror of his Mustang too
Took his thang from the South
To the Rocklin Hooters
Bought her wings and a round
Then he chopped and screwed her
Cops at the Getty so he thumbed his nose up
Pedal to the metal
Leave them dunked in donuts
Stuck on "so what?" from the aged Tequila
When he drove into the
Back of an eighteen-wheeler
Basic leader, camp is cardboard
The jet chooses raps to
Advance their shark soar
Marked for MASH out my cordial stingers
Address you crossly, corporal clinger
Attention all freaks with newer footing
My radio is not played by Cuba Gooding
Now, who's assuming that the
Man's a block boy
Cause he keep his fam happy
With lots of Bok Choy

Live free, die fat
Rock shot to a kill screen time lapse
Watch how the blitzkrieg climax
Spring clean hijack, bring me my axe