Blockhead - Bracket Basher lyrics

[Verse 1- Aesop Rock] Hey, yo, must not sleep I bash the bracket open and breach The priority's bleached since that '76 umbilical severed Majorities cordially abhor the pinnacle vendors I got West Nile virus on my TV in the Bronx I got two hollow pockets and a sleepy hollow mosh pit Tryin to blow the spot with wet matches and bottle rockets While cop walkie talkies squawk outside my apartment obnoxious Tonight's special consists of stale fiber from sh**ty diner Look mom! I learned to tie my shoes! (Hey, can I borrow twenty bucks?) Peel back the prickly cocoon to Poloroid turbulent land unit birth Student first pedagogue only from brazen action Wind blown mariner east river shark parry lunge carry funk endzone caliber Watch war face painted jukies dance blissfully around a bonfire and sacrifice live sanity Pay a nickel for nose-bleed seats in a peanut gallery Gallop with a pegasus Malice with no benefits Balance with some sense of bliss and the foulest degenerates My New Year's revolution's gon' be to stop burning bridges I'm just 'gon bend 'em toward the couple cats that's worth the visits And um, it's like that, and that's the way Aes thinks, and um Plans are like clipper ships, if they got holes they sink And if the skipper slips the crew sh**s bricks, wither, and hit the brink That's why I take the poison's bitter sips and smile big when I drink You never knew mayhem walked with Nikes, talked like a trucker, hawked the filibuster, Gerber baby lucid Colonel Mustards No time to hold my breath (Nope!), I'm only here to rap, eat, sleep, grow old, and smoke Stoges through the hole in my neck New millenium, mad cows and Pentium, process the hostage, lock him in the petting bin Show him pictures of his wife and kids, then wash the brain Probably the same motherf**ers that buffed the trains [Hook 1] x2 Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay Must not sleep Must bash the bracket Pay the rent, pay the debt Must slash the fabric Catch the jackrabbit Pay the rent, pay the debt Sleep... [Verse 2] Roll into the city with one half of the cannibals (whose that?) New joint bumpin out the whip speakers Made the escape for a night of making tapes now it's back to the co*kroaches and preachers Somewhere a prom queen's giving birth in a bathroom stall Hauling a prime directive not to get blood on her mother's ballgown I'm son of a stubborn old one-track jackal Brisk, truckin' with prime directive just to get the goods and never fall down (Raw bomber!) Ate the city, spit the bricks Ate the boxcar, spit the burners Ate the planet, spit the murder Funny farm brain patient writing rap for milk money, built ugly With a couple side effects to make'em love me My cipher demeanor left Jesus rubbin genie bottles Til the following morning Colombo found a crown of thorns in urine puddles You're in trouble! I'm not trying to save the world, I'd rather watch it die slow So I could spit my grand I-told-you-so Are we having fun yet? Yup, step to the carnies Try to win a teddy bear to impress your favorite Barbie She almost s**ed you off at the company Christmas party But she won't accept the bear 'til Aesop signs it with a sharpie My ex-girl bounced without payin' the cable bill I checked myself in television rehab Withdrawal symptoms may include shivering, fevers, drooling and chronic masturbation Now I pray to the gods of p**nography and Playstation (No!) Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the lord my soul to keep And if I should die before I wake Give my ASR to El and bury me with my mistakes [Hook 2] x2 Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay Must not sleep Must bash the bracket Pay the rent, pay the debt Must slash the fabric Catch the jackrabbit Pay the rent, pay the debt Sleep... [Verse 3] ...Bonus round This is the hot tin roof stepper Hold it down with centipede foundation Mr. Greed who burns rugged obstruction in bunches Like little Jackie paper puffs the magic dragon in dutches We don't need another hero homie, gallop off on your my little one trick pony holly hobby Polly Pocket pretty fuscia destiny If the slipper fits fire up Cinderella propeller and curtsy for the munchkins right before Aesop Rock smashed the pumpkin Yeah, yeah, iron on gusto rustolium bloodstream what's better? When the wrist slit it leaks out only the bloodiest bubble letters Complete with outlines, fill-ins, dates, shading and shout out columns For vagrant colonies to follow when redeeming bottles You're a little tea pot trying to eavesdrop on the mammoth route Peaking out from the rosebush like (Uh-huh) "Here is my handle (Ohh), here is my spout" (Ahh) Godzilla jukie used to be in love, now out for gigap**y Sorry to offend but sometimes life bends in the middle (Sorry!) So now you have a fulcrum where there used to be a pillar (Right) And now I got a pulse that bumps less than a c**aine binger And now I got no nine to five and still labor days flicker (This kid is ill)and now I got a nine millimeter Q-tip with an itchy trigger finger See, I really don't feel your persona distortion Ordered by martyrs who martyr self for martyr's sake Wow fame. If notoriety grew adjacent to jealous dick-riding sentiments I'd give you a pound like, "Greetings Mr. President"