Aesop Rock - Shere Kahn lyrics

"And you can come and meet my mother
Any day you like System 605, Unit 91"

I forever wallow in glitches
Grimly distributed by side effects
Consumed, cocooned in antisocial trenches
Drenched
Cradled between dense pillars of polar value
Lies a grey soul blueless
It's got I fiending for the sky
(Synthesized lies rise synthetic)
Sitting inside solidified plastics whose
Lateral burns germ-compatible
My firm's radically piloted
Dodging a fire swiftly
Yellow-brick stalker walking shifty
I'm but a prototype Metroid
Programmed to holocaust style
While you're sulking in the stages of denial
Your petty soldiers stand fragile
Like Giacometti sculptures
Embedded in eremetic cultures
We's rocksteady vultures
Plus I's the geyser throwing a soul
My wingspan stands flags in the
Snow of the poles, berserk!
Swerve my alignment towards solitary
Confinement and jaded
Tripping, color my passion mitigated
I'm slipping

You always seem like a small grey cat to me
Sleeping underneath the silvery moon
Paws curled beneath your head
'Til the sun came 'round just around noon
And you would greet me
Purring in your doorway
Drawing at your tail around my hips
And I would go into your mouth wide open
Waiting for my language to
Come from your lips

And I'll move you, and you like it
Just enough to let me
And I hate you, 'cause you're lonely
And you know how to forget me

For the love of my personal practice I reside
Where obstructive fluxes and
Societal withdrawal collides
Slide fueled by the fury
Spun a ring around my honor
But the opulence took shelter in my hollow
Melancholy masquerade
Cast amongst the braiding of belligerence and
Blazing terror that blew the lock
Down off my placement
I stay special agent 'til the sky falls
Reverse the curse 'til my
Fellow Lost Children disperse

And your footsteps leading down the pathway
Never seem to be quite like my own
Your mind and smokey circles
Have blinded me, 'til I turned towards home
And you would watch me
Falling in the distance
Hands held high above your head
I only leave the territory
When there's nothing left to be said

And I'll move you, and you like it
Just enough to let me
And I hate you, 'cause you're lonely
And you know how to forget me

And you can come and meet my mother

I make music and connect color to canvas
Swoop down from the trees with
Potpourris of other bandit's
Landed randomly upon the valleys
Of the grimace
Saw my planet lead starts burning
From the outside in
Meaning your clout lies thin
Salt prep the blades prior to fire phase
In my ever-changing underworld
Serate a day to decorate a traitor
That sting never fades like belly
Wounds from sling blades follow my portion
I'm gon' swallow distortion and
Spit the filter

And you can come and meet my mother
Any day you like System 605, Unit 91