Grimace Federation - Strange Hours (Aesop Rock Remix) lyrics

[Verse: Aesop Rock] The show shock reeks of smoke and gold bond Home watching Ghost Dog on the phone with your mom Ursus... ran from authority and churches Pants low, Van Gogh climbs out his Cursive Up in the night's middle, Penny on the tone-arm Drones up, old guard slice you to tinsel, nice Bump cenobites, loiter in the ship yard Eat alone, read a poem from the Grimoire Aes Rock, it's short for James Bond My booking agent calls me Michigan J. Frog I'm slow to come around, I'm quicker to plead the fifth I'm kind of a big deal, I'm kind of a piece of sh** Burnt black T-bone taking the whole plate up Grimace hitting switches like the ghost of Amadeus The 808 mania come with a free puppy Ba** screaming "it's a free country" The snare smoke Kools Whiplash lovers sit pretty Only dip one slipper in the world of the living, it's an issue On his best days, he was barely there On his worst, crooked apothecary I feel that pure evil move among us in the grid It's not always the kind that lose their lunches when they spin This is not just paranoia this is something to eclipse These are hunters from Gehenna, taking s**ers to the crypt Strange hours, maybe a weird neighbor Runs on hugs and seasonal syrup flavors In a tweed dearstalker, asleep in the nearest manger I wake up into clear and present danger, days later Habit of disappearing in a flash I sort of find the rabbit hole endearing You do your little damage and giddyup out of Kansas To reappear in random famous paintings through the annals, and Da Vinci gave him muscle, drunken Vinny took his ear Mondrian and Rothko made him feel like a square I'm the fabric of the image, I'm the canvas, I'm the pigment I'm the buyer and the seller and the handler and the critic Reporting the origin of sorcery and sin Where a penny cost a nickel and a quarter is a myth There's an ever growing chorus of the common feeling cornered Impossibly abandoned, unequivocally orphaned In the living room recording the voice of the unimportant A f** you from New Yorkers, maybe send this up to corporate Take a second... A the one man four horseman Stampedes, add a couple doors to the floor plan Lunch with the wildlings Level up, no tithing, grifters Divvy out a thumbs-down therapy Last seen speeding on a highway to... Where are we?