Aesop Rock - ZZZ Top lyrics

Somebody in a cultivated moment of distress
Composed themselves enough to artfully carve
"Zoso" in his desk
They was probably thinking "Fuck
You, fuck you, fuck you!" in they head
With a hell bound arm in a acidy wash
Homemade curfew a thousand o'clock
And the pot leaf tattoo his friend did drunk
Like a badge of mystique
Though it technically sucked
Taking the name of the father in vain
On the way to the blade in his locker
Estranged a switch he lifted from
A sibling's skivvy drawer
Who'd branched off into ninja stars
And never knew his shit was sharked to
Here with a higher purpose
And a primal urge of juvenile berserkers
Like Crocea Mors in a arcade drop claw
Gouging a valentine for Miss Othmar watch
Capital Zed, slowly maneuver the O
S is the most difficult to control finally O
Into the eye of Goliath you go
That levy crushin' percussion'll pull
The monkey upright twelve or ghetto blaster
Black or technicolor telecaster
Lecture at a faster rate than class
Was making them develop backwards
It would appear you spelled
Out all the answers

When they ask how you, feeling
You, tell em you, feeling like
Something important died screaming, you
Tell em you, feeling like
Something even more important
Arrived breathing
Something you should probably try feeding
When they ask how you, living
You, tell em you, living like
Something important died hissing, you
Tell em you, living like
Something even more important arrived giving
Something you should probably try willing

(alright, same here)

Somebody in a cultivated moment of distrust
Composed themselves enough to magic marker
"Zulu" on these chucks
They was tryin to do the buckle
Font from ‘Renegades of Funk‘
In a 3d frame of exploding brick
And whiz-lines for the locally motion sick
Beyond gross but evoked a host of "oh dip"
Where a social neurosis owned the whole strip
Heart of a cat with a lark in his mouth
In the marrow of waiting his guardians out
Flashlight chisel tips
Milked venom pistol grip
Images relocated from milled vellum
To scissor kick silent agreement at hand
King of the hill for a queen of the damned
She in the doorway seething began
"That clean white pair had a 3-year plan"
Oops capital "ZED" Radical "U" in the cut
Truly to beautiful "L"oser it up
"U" and he done
Collateral damage a future alum
That key to Shambala planet rocking Bambaata
Sample chop
Churning out a cancer for the vandal squad
Analog and he finds
Animated colors on a page
Like synthesized cultures on a stage

When they ask how you, feeling
You, tell em you, feeling like
Something important died screaming, you
Tell em you, feeling like
Something even more important
Arrived breathing
Something you should probably try feeding
When they as how you, living
You, tell em you, living like
Something important died hissing, you
Tell em you, living like
Something even more important arrived giving
Something you should probably try willing

(alright, same here)

Somebody in a cultivated moment of resolve
Composed themselves enough to publicize "the
Zeros" in this stall
They was scoping every dog
And pony previously scrawled
With a festering hate for the gum drop edge
‘Disco sucks’ tee, punk‘s not dead
But a transient teen unsung godsend
Via 3 bar chords and a mugshot grin (Cheese)
Sign of a runaway tone in
The face of authority, thumbing it's nose
Cutting it's teeth
Pretzled up in special order vinyl, and
Birds that dip their belts in
Little metal porcupine quills
2 dutch at a show in the front
Low-key to the can
For a smoke and a fuck, Trixie
Fixing her lipstick up
When his mitts got bit by the mischief bug
Snatch
Capital "zed", terrible "e" in vermillion red
Gimme an "R", "O" and a slippery "s"
Over a web of the shittiest bands
That beat your heart out
Never bleeped your favorite parts out
From a learned curve
Of bird fingers bursting out of germs burns
Urgently offered through the circuit's of
An earlier plot
I’ll see you at the bottom ZZZ top