Aesop Rock - BMX lyrics

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Aesop Rock - BMX lyrics

[Verse 1: Aesop Rock] You want to know why? Because I'm Dead messengers buried in their Melvin shirts Awoken as reanimated mummies from the sepulcher Anonymous and secular and ribbons and exposed brain Roll with grown men who still use code names Fold crawl space on the SS coat tails Might chase six legs through his oatmeal Oh dear, no pet seat his own homework Pet cruise cobble step shoes that are bone bugs Holmes, sick to the fishbone cone My yellow brick shtick ain't tip toe prone It's a misthrown sticky bomb slipping off the fingers wrong Any blips you're witnessing are living in the Sigma laws Blip, blip, dag, these ghosts need a doctor Shelter, clean Dunlops on a walker She sells sea shells he, draws revenge Plots on a chalkboard, watch what you walk toward [Hook] Blip krieg got fat Rock shot 'till he kiss green time lapse Block cheddar blitzkrieg climax Spring clean hijack, bring me my axe [Sample] Girl: What are you doing up there? Guy: Stealing, I'm a weekend burglar Girl: I'm on my lunch break, you want to help me k** half an hour? Guy: No.. [Verse 2: Blueprint] I'm laying in a cut over stuff from a bad meal Staring at the sun, on my back like a fat seal Debating with myself about whether not rap's real Cause broke motherf**ers are the only ones that have sk** Everybody got intentions that they can't reveal Major label ax got to act like they don't have deals Claiming gra**roots, I'm like "hell no Your buzz is as organic as Monsanto." I'm going at your beanstalk, ax in hand Over a beat bought Aes Rock, that's my man People sleeping still believing that we haven't expanded But that's just a small part of the master plan, b**h Printnificent, shining 'till your skin chafe Write until the pen ache, reclining by a big lake I'm only winning cause I went in an gettin' waked Chillin' at the crib by the time you get your sh** straight [Hook] [Sample] You suppose robots would enjoy listening to music? You'd think that if robots are electronic creations they Enjoy listening to electronic music You think you can create a scientific symphony We'd not only send to our metal friends but Would also be fascinating to human ears You already have the [?] on the other side of the record I can't wait to hear it [Verse 3: Rob Sonic] Witty with a drum change queue Cherries in the mirror of his Mustang too Took his thang from the South to the rocking Hooters Bought her wangs and a round, then he chopped and screwed her Cops say they'd get him so he thumbed his nose up Petal to the metal, leave them dunked in donuts Stuck on "so what?" from the aged Tequila When he drove into the back of an eighteen-wheeler Basic leader, camp is cardboard The jet chooses raps to advance their shark soar Park for [?] my cordial stingers Address you crossly, corporal clinger Attention all freaks with newer footing My radio is not played by Cuba Gooding Who's a**uming that the man's a block boy Cause he keep his fam happy with lots of Bok Choy [Hook]