Onry Ozzborn, Aesop Rock - Nineteen lyrics

Cut the fader up (turn up)
Cut the fader nineteen
Decibels above what you normally would

All I ask is that you
Enjoy yourself at this moment
I brought some friends along with me
To speak to this component in
Hopes to avoid that what you thought
Was shut above this moment
My ashes have already been
Gathered and spread throughout
Each and every individual’s mouth
Not even south of the soil and yet my
Blood has been boiled and freed of germs
Purified, degentrified with terms
To accommodate worms as long as
They come with holes
We need to know the other side
And hope them doors will unfold
I think we know the other side
And all them doors just uphold
Built with iron and heavy gossip
To fit to a mold
To shape to the ways for the moment like
Han Solo or that Polo logo bro-bro
Fight for the right to party
Whether Beastie or a Go-Go
Against the grain I’m loba, coyote
Hyena noble misfit strain and been to
Global harmonious like the dodo
In it Michael recycled the cycle
Let off the calibers bangin’ you
Deaf in the right lobe and out the others
Suffer punctures synonymous
With that of a dagger, sword
Or a double headed axe that’s how awful it is

East coast booger brains
Climbs through styles like
Fires through sugarcane
Whine like it’s noogie day
Write a hit single Kris Kringle
Out the cookie plate
Halfway to hell before relinquishing
The Super 8, i’m stupid
Communicating mostly ancient argot
It translates into ways to help
A stray escape it's orbit
The cuddy bunched and Honeydew
Alone at the lab mixing the secrets to his
Grandmother’s polonium mash
I’m underpaid, I’m overcast, I’m rusty
Nails, I’m broken glass
I’m 3D letters for the dead
Up on the highway overpass
One of one, not a son of a gun
No flesh of his flesh no blood of his blood
Chew the cud slow homie
Rubber duck in the flood
Birdman turn puppets into buckets of chum
Turn a summer of love into
Guppies under my thumb keep it gaudy
People call me "what the fuck have you done?"