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Mississippi
Blockhead feat. Aesop Rock
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Hey folks, do you ever have trouble spelling Mississippi?
Here's a song that makes it easy
Just sing along with me and the bouncing ball
One Mississippi, two Mississippi
One Mississippi, two Mississippi
I can't not space out, baseball cap in the clouds
Uh, matter fact, it's happening now
All I remember is a knack for acting iffy in a jiffy till its' uncle
I'm trouble after ten Mississippi
Tick, tick, tick ISH-pen
Free a single bead of sweat
He'll bring his friend soon
The ringer's tee is drenched and Jesus wept
Maybe I'm bluffing, all it takes is a little patience
Then why you in the bushes, my goodness, don't make me say it
Nine Mississippi on the roof of my robe
Eating a scramble while you scramble for a suitcase of clothes
Cue the history of the eight Mississippi controversy
Nine was shorter than ten and eight came early
No
Eight's eighth go to the tape
It's one Mississippi after being frozen in place
Get the dough from the safe
Get your pops in a van and go
Seven Mississippi, Mississippi God damn
S-I-S, S-I-S, S-I-P-P-I
S-I-S, S-I-S, S-I-P-P-I
S-I-S, S-I-S, S-I-P-P-I
One Mississippi, two Mississippi
One Mississippi, two Mississippi
Say it with me, six Mississippi
Down came the rain and washed out the itsy bitsy
It's a knot in the pit of you, like a chipmunk in the chimney
The shit that make you spit up all your snickerdoodles quickly
Stick less, move more
Never sold merch, cause the merch reads
"I survived the Mississippi group tour"
Probably shoulda picked a different slogan
Like, "I ran the fuck away"
I maybe would have sold some
Five Mississippi, nobody's safe
No halftime show, that explosion is Aes
Close range or in motion over open terrain
Scope-a-dope, treat your homies the same, don't change
Sand through the hour glass
Dogs in a dungeon
Four Mississippis to press the call button
Call someone kid, the season is near
We both know the next digit isn't easy to hear
S-I-S, S-I-S, S-I-P-P-I
S-I-S, S-I-S, S-I-P-P-I
S-I-S, S-I-S, S-I-P-P-I
One Mississippi, two Mississippi
One Mississippi, two Mississippi
Ay, rip the Band-Aid off of the wound
The holy trinity is in the house and all you consume
Three Mississippi sitting pretty, down for the count
Shouting Rawhide, moths flying outta my mouth
We been started from the magma
Parted through the asphalt
Nomad, no habitat feels natural
Nowhere to run to, nothing to run towards
When two Mississippi walked right through the front door
Umm, this is awkward, yeah I feel it too, but it's you
Brave spread you have some bullshit to prove
How bout we check back on all of that confuse the mood
But one Mississippi get the itch to do what it do
Ok, shrinking numerals, blinking lightbulbs
A dozen Hail Marys with both of your eyes closed
I'm saying, take a breath and picture something pleasant
This is absolute zero in every possible present, yeah
S-I-S, S-I-S, S-I-P-P-I
S-I-S, S-I-S, S-I-P-P-I
One Mississippi, two Mississippi
One Mississippi, two Mississippi
Sucka tried to diss me so I played him like a hippie
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