Aesop Rock - Couple Things lyrics

[Verse 1 :Aesop Rock] All grown stuff Long road no fluff Piece of work Eat the turn buckle like a roast duck Post punk Plate of fat Raider of the rations Blacksmith: forge Coltrane out of klaxon Zap! The riddle wriggle on about the residue A social advocate, a Black Phillip at the petting zoo Run ragged til the blood magic pretzel you Rag tag plasmid owners clashing over devil's food (Cake) These are the breaks that make the embers blue I can't wake up without a lake of fire to step into I can't wake up without a battle scene to emulate I'm in the kitchen repositioning the trebuchets Top row swan dive Aim for the ballyhoo Bonzai! Certain d**h hangs from a parachute My bows and arrows like two lovers Underneath the Paris moon They been together since the bounty hunt This afternoon, and K I S S I N G Eyes on his rivalries Look at all these wonderful prizes inside his diaries I write about delirium and disappearing devils Then frame it with a margin of the most feared symbols And a sh**ty drawing of me playing Guns n' Roses pinball People peeking in my window like they might just wear my skin home I walk like a D-Day sim You walk like a de-veined shrimp Simp! [Hook] I know a couple things about a couple things (x4) [Verse 2: Homeboy Sandman] Imbued with the fortitude And shards of gla** that broke the 40's on the old forty deuce This ain't your forty acres and a mule though This is twenty paces and a duel, dude, don't do it If 80s[?] yesterday becomes tomorrow cause I never learn My closet fills with sh** I borrowed and did not return And never lifted like a proper curse You heard the hiss behind the acid smile the ba*tard child of mother earth Behind the pimp there lies a princess that is cold as ice I hope, that you're the one, if not then you're the prototype Blindness allegiance that was sworn to rites The water's warm in the disorder but you ain't about that sort of life Minds tend to wander like Madonna's on the border line The loaves and fishes make for dirty dishes, let's just pour the wine After a couple gallons ain't no balance left to toe the line You need a different type emoticon No need reverse and hear the praise of Azazel soon as the record plays I'm causing data, DJ, take us to the end of days Until the crowd becomes a second stage I'm up for burning at the stake And switch Binaca out for pepperspray That's where they call the coppers 88 And where they beat it up And eat it up and heat it up until it radiate f** the delaying and the waiting like we playing games Who's down to lay in graves (ugh!) [Hook] I know a couple things about a couple things (x4)