Aesop Rock - TUFF lyrics

Dum-diggy, bump Biggie
Til the landlady holler, "Get a haircut
Hippie" the death knell generator entertain
A fresh kill
Breath quelled dressed like a bloated
Sack of dead cells
Shedding, purple tape, purple 'hawk, ape
A single flower through the permafrost
Pick himself and learn to walk
In furry pants war paint, circling a duralog
Boar face
Devil by his side like a service dog
Schlock purist, watch the block burneth
One o'clock prophets in the
Parking lot at Perkins
The perfect politicians 30 clicks
Outside of Sturgis
Doggie bag doctors, military deserters
Who still shop surplus and can't hold jobs
I look like I'm wearing a
Ghillie suit when I'm not
Roll out ghost of Camu on the pegs
Might pedal by the police tuff with two F's

Ah fuck that shit look
Can't tell if I'm a little withdrawn
Or dead dog sent to quote
Unquote "live on a farm"
The coke bottles tint film noir
Tripping out the milk bar
Poison horchata cup milf in the Zip Car
6 arms, 6 hand-styles like ships on scrimshaw
Part Def Jam part Dischord
My wig-picker threw me out of her office
Had to cold turkey 'benzos
Summer was awesome onion of 'bensis
Summer was awesome got brats on the grill
Wormwood in the cauldron
Horse hoof in the dog's mouth
Cholera in the well
Make money periodically vomiting on himself
I read Nat Geo, craft and crack geodes
Lift party hats out of Craft Depot
Unleaded liar blood pumped through his neck
Came down from the mountain tuff with 2 F's

TUFF tUFF

(What's so funny?
You, what are you laughing at?
I said what are you laughing at?)

Before a player ever met his omega
They were effectively reducing his
Behavior into data
With plans to build a dais where the
People grow potatoes and cabbage
Don't make him raise the
Gate between the bettas
In a spectacle displaying the
Nature of strange neighbors
I paint caves 'til the rage campaign tapers
And show a new crop how he used to moonwalk
Out of breath like a 7 day old balloon dog
I still hang band posters
And buy black-lights
Crib decorated like a dorm room at Brandeis
Still pretend I'm gonna
Build another half-pipe
Nevermind the Ford-era christening
And pants size man, who could've guessed the
Future of abominable imagery
Would also share a birthday
With Kenny G? None
The 99 cent 2 cents keeps 2 arms folded
Tuff with 2 F's

Yeah, let's do it like that, uh

I pay a guy to lean over steepled fingers
And convince me to pay him
For his teas and tinctures
The string cheese dinner kid
Speak Cheech wizard
For the gone like Gossamer
Under number 3 clippers
Free, forged in various pulp channels
Even his prize horse rides a wolf into battle
Even his blood and body couldn't pick
Him out a line up or his name off the paper
It's Aes pronounced "Why Us?!"
First learned the high art of eyeing a mark
Buying nickels for a dime at the park
I learn to rhyme in New York
I learned to breathe underwater
I learned to walk with a ghost
Adidas reeking of sulfur
A chauffeur cemetery funk
When home is a bleeding ulcer
Everything you ever stood up
For is keeling over moonset beautifying
Cartoon death catfish on the Foreman
Tuff with 2 F's yeah