MarQ Spekt, Aesop Rock, Open Mike Eagle - Air Pegasus (Le Cadeau) lyrics

Look one day I won't even need a barber
I'll buy a new jeep and
Sleep in a pizza parlor
Every cheap cigar is the best
They could probably do
Limited resources plus other hobbies too
Imagine bad guys tied to fire wagons
Also apple pies and spies and sky dragons
Sociopaths choke who they supposed to hug
Midnight vultures love appropriating
Culture clubs
I like one clean tape fuck the overdub
And then I record seventeen singing parts
Deep yoga love supposed to be a secret art
Downward dog
Hips straight with the feet apart
Still the beating heart rebuilt
The leaning part cheap thrilled
Feet build and kill with a cuisinart
The prodigal done is home
From the lecture tour i count three
Who's the fourth table setting for?

They saying Spekt
Why you chewin' like a rabid dog?
If he can't keep it what the hell
You let him have it for?
That's your fault but y'already
Lack the gravitas
These phantom bars leave 'em floating
Like the planet Mars
A saboteur and booby traps
Throughout the catalogue
Stab 'em in the stomach
Lift the blade and twist the handle off
Yeah, then leave some munchies
For the weed heads
I like it better when y'all listen more
Speak less the look in her eyes will tell
You that she eat fresh
Murdered the punani feeling
Guiltier than G-Dep that's why they see em
He won't even give 'em a look
Casting lines off that rusty
Old fisherman hook
Kind of shocked they fell for the
Newest trick in the book
'Cuz it ain't really nothing more
Than a considerate jux
From a good polite kid who used
A mask and a gun told his pops you only out
To get that capital one
Ain't mean to kill him
We was just having some fun
Found his body vacuum sealed like
A package of drugs praise a nimrod
When he blast immaculate slugs
And showed no honor for your honor
Turn his back to the judge
That's why they stay being ugly and repugnant
I almost beat 'em half to
Death with a drumstick
Save your assumptions
They really ain't want shit
And keep it hard as three
Pretty mouths on one dick

He got the beetles in his pinky
Every leader venal
The face line ate, I ain't street legal
Lead a pale horse in a
Ear tag some deer ticks
A winged horse to a queen's air strip
Flares lit
Cut his own hair, chew his own chain
Might bang on a bucket with a lucite cane
Screws loose
Quicker than a pit crew up fish news
Eighty-eight with a eighty-six feud
Litter in the street
Tricky slither in the mildew
Swamp thing, chop chop Terra Nova mosh king
POP go his temper, knock knock the fenders
Peck bound plots under cosmic embers
I'm a hot mess get your squad sequestered
Dock death, sleep on a bed of hot cobwebs
Freak with a set of goth potheads
Bleed rocks and fail smog checks