Aesop Rock, El-P, Camu Tao - Rickety Rackety lyrics

Smack dab in the middle of
The cuddles and kills
Guerilla jimmy city limit's with
A bucket of pills hollring 'no I don't
Immediately ameliorate 'em
I meet 'em, greet 'em, read
'em, and rate 'em, see if I hate 'em

Here come the hard rock bump
Through the speaker top
The tweeter meter blew code def hones in
I pack a lunchbox, walk to the stoning
Jump into the chemicals sold in my zoning
I'm irrational, paranoid, tragic
And the button on my chest says 'panic'
Punch it, hold up, don't touch me
I'm a savage from a rabid ass country

Who want to get it? You all acquitted
You need to quit it
Getting evicted, you little idiot
Pitching tickets
It's sorta tricky the way you
Wanna go get your digit's
Body you up at the party
Somebody get his mistress

You take a pitch black lung
And a purple heart
Then you kick back once the inertia start
And when the shipwreck sunk
Through the perfect dark
The serpent's arch alerts every circled shark
See, bloody salt water sounds
The h'ors d'oeuvres alarm
And when the first arm's found
We observe the art
Like a belly-acher won't kick
Face to the curb
Rather kick when the face already
Raped by the worms

Tasmanian pain coast, ridin'
Very little to say to
These politician behind it, but this:
You better loosen the noose or lose livin'
These little kids walking the ave
Quick to produce a biscuit

Now you should medicate any area
That the pain hit's
And when you in the streets you
Should peep the sets of strangers
The actors that are in fact a cast of chaos
They be looking for any situation
They can play on
Respectively injecting these thoughts
Detain us
Negative speaking, they be creeping
They entertainers
When you out of data they run
Through a route that'll save ya
In retrospect
Infect and pressing your papers

I design kill pain cave penmanship
Federal analog hog unedited
With a CUNY degree in young numbness
Angels on the rooftop, gun in they trumpets

I was buried to the neck
In them all-star bloopers
Periscope down, hop Boss Hog cruiser
Porcelain or pewter authority will
Be over ruled the
Second jukie uber alles news hit the sewers

Rickety rackety
This city fit my style exactly
With a backspin and the fat laces
Gazelle glasses, chase rap daily
Rickety rackety rickety rackety

Rickety Rackety
This city fit my style exactly
Near the train tracks in the garbage bags
Where the cement cracks, we a part of that
Rickety rackety rickety rackety

When you take 2 to the vein
You don't get used to the pain
A maniac bruising the cage
When cats rush you in the public
You be like 'do it again
He's a motherfucking bloodsucker
He can do what he can

On the side of the block, do the bus stop
You paying a fare? That's a trust fund
Little ugly ass duck, life's a fun fuck
Too battered to rush, I walk punch drunk
And the whole world is yours now
Before the steppers are goosed
Kick your door down
I'm in the getaway whip with Aes Rizzle
He got the same shit stitched in his missiles

Okay, lefty fieldstealth dressed to killself
Megawatt with a horizontal neck spin
Swims bloody to vertical bobble head yes-men

When the evil falls in it draws to the pours
It gnaws to the core
It's precedent in that you represented
A percentage that wasn't vintage
And the crawlers hate us
You automated, we all the flavor
Niggas you oughtta hate us

Anyone from Antagony Squad, Family District
Testify that the look in my
Eyes is genuine issue
I'm a freak of the flesh penetrate lust
Bathe in the vaginal juices
Like God is up in they undies

Don't picket the misfit law, Nancy
The core's no picnic misled whores advancing
No business insist lured with candy
To cure citizen x with that all-fours dancing
Corporals landing
Ashore, all soar boned nitwit
Rickety rackety porn fancy
Weave through the hell and
High water hot zone
Diseases in the minute the idiot got home

Now I'm a teacher, 1st grade
And I want to participate
I want to grade the papers but I
Don't want to give them A's
Ok f, D, F-, test time, set timers
Call every parent and give 'em
A piece of my mind, shit
Cause I don't want to give a good future
I'll shoot ya (Shoot ya?)
With an Uzi filled with rulers fuck minors
Flush minds even leaving 'em bruised up
Stack kids, pack cute lunches in the cooler

Rickety Rackety
This city fit my style exactly
Near the fire ladder where the wires gather
Drink water, eat fish, smile after
Rickety rackety rickety rackety

Rickety Rackety
This pussy fit my dick exactly
With a threesome giving treatment
Sex on drugs, girl you can't keep up
Rickety rackety rickety rackety