Aesop Rock, Percee P - Wake Up Call lyrics

Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeet up! (Wake up, wake up)
Ayo Percee P, it's time to wake these kids up
Word up Aesop Rock
They'd better take their fingers off
Pause and hit record

Is you fat cats or lab rats?
Trails to my steppin got
Em sweatin flashbacks
I played a part of minesweeper
Plunking sneakers in my sunken city
Defunct, and apparently examinin' famine
I'm a volatile strobe while your
Blind spot swallows the globe
Sink through the track and think back
When I was a boy I employed styles exhausted
By every lost child at present
Normally I drill pillars of normalcy
You're cordially invited to accompany me
In rotations of the tables
To label the opposition
As I choose, refusing to evolve with the cold
Rapidly dissolved my involvement in a solvent
Of soul and roll back
Brain trip the Beta weights
Trap for the slaughter
Like livestock infected with anthrax
On my call a pack or clan snaps
Collapsed was the mandatory maze
Where the bluest ribbons yeilded glory days
Desire on the opposite circuit
And glorious days
Is glorious hazes of gray spun
Through my array of operation
Slave to idiot box revelations
And wrapped tightly in a practice
With my colleagues and slackers
20, 000 league nappers and
The swelling increases
Once the mortar hit the pestal your
Whole vessel fell to pieces and I laughed
I laughed for me and my starving art family
I laughed tangibly
Your failures ampin me to vamp fresh
My mic stabs white flags in drags, trembling
Devil skin-wearers through the
Terrors of compliance
Once the day turns night
Senoritas suck the woody like termites
And wonder how they got labeled
Dick hungry damsels in distress
The all new and improved
Poetically portable Aesop Rock
Available in stores with my
Highly suggested parental discretion
In 99 brilliant new dimensions

I'm not your average man bragging
Toe or hand tagging
50 grand bagging, pants sagging
Trigger nigga on the bandwagon
Huh, I know this nigga named Rickey his
Girl Nikki want to get with me
Says "Stick me just a quickie
Lick me and leave a hickie"
I stick instead of tricking
Bread in this chickenheads
One got slick and said I ain't shit in bed
She must be licking lead
You'd better let your gods recognize
The Rhyme Inspector hides
And never sweat them lies about
Me haters check your eyes
One verse, lung burst, as I done first
Guns, slums, hearse don't stun Perce
Where I'm from's worse (sucker)
My new cuts are hot, bodies chewed up a lot
Then flew up the block to a cipher
Blew up the spot
Stacks of rhymes, ain't a match for mines
Tracks and shine
Leave you back in time in a?beeler?
Still ain't at my prime
I'm a stab your face in
Trial and shit is wild
I turn the dial, niggas stealing my style
I should file for reparations

"Aesop Rock" "Percee P"