Aesop Rock - Dead Pan lyrics
Ian Matthias Bavitz [Bazooka Tooth]
[Aesop Rock - Dead Pan lyrics]
This be the dawning of the age of dead water
Station every B-boy fragment
Somebody live enough to bust
Through the belly put a fist up
This is a right now generation
Murdered by the fanbase
This is adored by the writers dead water
With a still-force activated
No, I'm not feeling alright
Formed by the village of badges and bad karma
Punched by the stagnant waters
Leaked through the fickle whack
But by the window sill's three
Nickles in a piggy bank
Honor with a hint of funny
Stomach from the hunger pains
Splashed automatic B-boy with big visions
In a matchbox apartment
Adjacent a crooked starship
Spoon fed a nation in millions
The only remedy: Nine deadly planets with
A bullet-riding centerpiece
Take me through the gates!
I'll find the stink of burning
Find the hottest slacker in
A visionary costume con-artist
Kamikaze conduct gone for a second
Till divinity whored herself to disaster
I recognize the takers
By the mechanical stagger
As opposed to the skip of big Brother
Badge slasher theologies who seem to keep
The jukies caffeinated
Like a Mad Hatter had to sleep now ask after
Calibrate the happy-scale
Weigh me soaking wet
With a mouth full of dead ideas
And see if it tips zero stripped ego
Tall stories of brawl glory
I'll be God while you're still living
Life on a full 40
Or maybe I'll be grimacing, homes
Poor, broke and lonely
Hidden by my billygoat beard
And cardboard monstrosity
I drink a bad glass of gumption
Not bad meaning bad
But, bad meaning disgustin' wild child
Activator activate
Sludgin' up the dungeon for an accolade
And while one documented wild murder
Flamed through the city with a wild merger
Woke up and a wild-style burner! Space-case
Boombox hate tapes no lemonade breaks
Sweat and no cheddar in Labor Days right now
I'm here to break apart a Bic's piston
Plus my "straight and narrows" got more
Curves than a Russ Meyer vixen
Spitting sob stories to confront
My thick addictions
I'm the dirty basin with the
Graves of Salem witches
Driving my stake through the
Face of painstakin' business checkmate
Wanna scream misery? Better breath take
Out of sleep lifted off the botany
Little Jackie paper and a magic
Dragon sack of dirty shrubbery
I be the ugliest version of paranoia
Kingpin set in motion
By the secondhand pressure
Some get excited when the Sun folds under
Some get excited when the
Summer hit's the pavement
Some get excited when the bullets hit bones
But I'm board
I'll escape through the train yard
And sleep till it's broken
(Same old)
This be the settling a dead of warm water
The mobile B-boy function
Somebody mad enough to cut apart the curtain
Put a fist up this is the dagger in
The 88 magnificent memorial
This is the heater to a movement dead water
When a broke vision's got sparks
No, I'm not feeling alright
This be the windshear dodgin' dead water
A solitary b-boy wonder
Somebody fresh enough to reinvent the court
And put a fist up this is the chalky outline
Around a classic break-beat
This is an agitated moment dead water
With a burnt reason beaten ugly
No, I'm not feeling alright
Station every B-boy fragment
Somebody live enough to bust
Through the belly put a fist up
This is a right now generation
Murdered by the fanbase
This is adored by the writers dead water
With a still-force activated
No, I'm not feeling alright
Formed by the village of badges and bad karma
Punched by the stagnant waters
Leaked through the fickle whack
But by the window sill's three
Nickles in a piggy bank
Honor with a hint of funny
Stomach from the hunger pains
Splashed automatic B-boy with big visions
In a matchbox apartment
Adjacent a crooked starship
Spoon fed a nation in millions
The only remedy: Nine deadly planets with
A bullet-riding centerpiece
Take me through the gates!
I'll find the stink of burning
Find the hottest slacker in
A visionary costume con-artist
Kamikaze conduct gone for a second
Till divinity whored herself to disaster
I recognize the takers
By the mechanical stagger
As opposed to the skip of big Brother
Badge slasher theologies who seem to keep
The jukies caffeinated
Like a Mad Hatter had to sleep now ask after
Calibrate the happy-scale
Weigh me soaking wet
With a mouth full of dead ideas
And see if it tips zero stripped ego
Tall stories of brawl glory
I'll be God while you're still living
Life on a full 40
Or maybe I'll be grimacing, homes
Poor, broke and lonely
Hidden by my billygoat beard
And cardboard monstrosity
I drink a bad glass of gumption
Not bad meaning bad
But, bad meaning disgustin' wild child
Activator activate
Sludgin' up the dungeon for an accolade
And while one documented wild murder
Flamed through the city with a wild merger
Woke up and a wild-style burner! Space-case
Boombox hate tapes no lemonade breaks
Sweat and no cheddar in Labor Days right now
I'm here to break apart a Bic's piston
Plus my "straight and narrows" got more
Curves than a Russ Meyer vixen
Spitting sob stories to confront
My thick addictions
I'm the dirty basin with the
Graves of Salem witches
Driving my stake through the
Face of painstakin' business checkmate
Wanna scream misery? Better breath take
Out of sleep lifted off the botany
Little Jackie paper and a magic
Dragon sack of dirty shrubbery
I be the ugliest version of paranoia
Kingpin set in motion
By the secondhand pressure
Some get excited when the Sun folds under
Some get excited when the
Summer hit's the pavement
Some get excited when the bullets hit bones
But I'm board
I'll escape through the train yard
And sleep till it's broken
(Same old)
This be the settling a dead of warm water
The mobile B-boy function
Somebody mad enough to cut apart the curtain
Put a fist up this is the dagger in
The 88 magnificent memorial
This is the heater to a movement dead water
When a broke vision's got sparks
No, I'm not feeling alright
This be the windshear dodgin' dead water
A solitary b-boy wonder
Somebody fresh enough to reinvent the court
And put a fist up this is the chalky outline
Around a classic break-beat
This is an agitated moment dead water
With a burnt reason beaten ugly
No, I'm not feeling alright