El-P - Nickel Plated Pockets lyrics

[Intro: Vast Aire & Aesop conversing] Yo, (Alright Ok) Can I get a quarter or something? Little hungry, you know what I'm saying? (Alright Ok) Homeless... I need a loosey, yo... (Yo...) [Verse 1] Walk into the store with a pocket full of nickels And a city full of horns, jackhammers, and rape whistles The alley cats manipulate the blocks with gutter magic Today my heart beats only out of habit Check it, it's like.. My man Jus used to keep an ox between his teeth Said he could spit it with pinpoint accuracy if there was beef We chuckled out loud Still the thought of it intrigued me, (right) So now I keep a jackal under my tongue to spit with related reasoning The earthworm turbulent murder burnout Gerber baby no-brainer memoir stardom Alarmed, pardon the old buzz deader Robert Crumb ugly dumb image Barely sprung fairly numb grimace Nearly cut cherry blood spicket wrists back in high school (now it's like) Slide, with a millipede pedagogue pirate Navigates city sump systems, urbanite turbines, twisted Pistons, Termites that infect sturdy grillage There's roaches in the pillars, spillover And crawl across commuter-clean wingtips and loafers It's the theme park I built Pocket full of nickels for cigarettes, gum, and milk Bitterness, love, and violence I'm writing a petition to have smoking as a sport In the 2002 Summer Olympic Games (wanna sign it?) Now look, I jux germs draggin a gavel knee deep in a maggot hatchery Operation capture flag by any means If this means anything at all, anyway it's a riddle Walking to the store with a pocket full of nickels [Segue 1: Vast Aire & Aesop Conversing] Ay uh, yo excuse me (Ay Yo) yo Can I borrow a dollar or something? (Ah sorry man) Nickel? (Sorry man, I can't help you out dog) Quarter? Something, man? (Yeah I only got enough for like cigarettes and sh** man) Alright man, I see how it is. (I'm straight) [Verse 2] Walk into the store with a pocket full of nickels And a city full of World Trade Center victim candle vigils There's anthrax in our mailboxes and Xanax in my tummy There's a single Spanish female out west traveling the country Freak of Fantasia leak laser major. Running bases Neighborhood watch weasels pace in ugly acres more than often If I ever make it big, I'm gonna build a skyscraper Tall enough to piss on Cloud 9 egos from my corner office You can't pull the plug on a catapult (nope) I toss a nickel to a bum's cup from twenty paces thumbs up Got twenty ways to tell you shut the f** up Nineteen of 'em are 24 bars long, the other one goes (SHUT THE fu*k UP!) Animatronic daddy long legs stay grimy up in your zoning wall, gobbling villagers trying to hide behind the windmill I joust riding pig-back through subway tunnels with a third rail lance While most still try to penetrate the alligator glance (It goes) Back of the cla**, throwing pencils at professors It made the Barbarellas giggle That's when life's pleasures were simple Now it takes a dancing bear jumping through flaming hoops To even make em buy the god-forsaken single! Thou shalt not desecrate the soothing spiral Offered by a cla**ic cut to vinyl Find that in the Bible! Miter saw militia fix ya up How bout a pyramid shaped torso With your hollow numbskull balancing on top Now if you gotta rock a gas mask outside of your own apartment You could pretty safely quote Shamar Life's Ill, sometimes Life might k**, sometimes prayers dwindle Walking to the store with a pocket full of nickels [Segue 2: Vast Aire & Aesop Conversing] Yo (ay what's up man?) Yo can I ohh... No.. Never mind, man. (I can't help you out man) a**hole! (Yo man, I'm trying to help myself out right now) f**ing asked you for a loosey and you turned me down. (Dog, I'm sorry dog!) [Verse 3] Walk into the store, same pocket, same nickels In a city where every crack in the sidewalk's a symbol Where there's crack in the basement, where there's krakens and slave ships Where there's crack who*es and corrupt pigs k**ing cats trying to crack cases My boombox runs on a baboon heart transplant (This is hell!) I got a poltergeist on a leash trained by Carroll Ann herself Two Thousand something... When technology ate itself glutton Every move I make's from a robot gepetto pressing a red bu*ton It's Vietnam in the fumes... So I run with cannibals that bite the hand that feeds cuz it tastes better than the food The prickly outer shell's genetic, it helps defense mode But it also helped to f** up a couple of sacred friendships Watch a six legged insect crawl out of the billy goat beard Watch a sick makeshift b**h threat fall out when the filthy smoke clears Watch the insect's stinger sting threat till it has sweat a bullet Sweat a full clip, sweat a river, dead the bullsh**, sail away and wither You're the kind of cat that rolls a pimped out Caddy Dropped with rims and limousine tints bumpin Enya Insert laughter here I wanna rap a lot and stack cheddar by the fistful But for now, I walk into the store with a pocket full of huhh... [Outro: Vast Aire & Aesop conversing] Excuse me, man. (alright ok) Can I... Can I borrow a dollar or something to eat? (alright ok) I'm... I'm hungry I'm saying yo... (alright ok) (Look at that..) I'm homeless, man. (Look at that bum) (alright ok) I fought for this country, man. (yeah) Sleep on park benches... starvin' All I need is like a loosey and like a sandwich or somethin', man.. Wiping my a** with the Daily News man... c'mon man... Sleepin' with squirrels... (Oh my god, What are you doing with that squirrel?)