Aesop Rock - Junkyard

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Same hand that snuggled the barbed wire Tugging off an assortment up out a three-alarm fire Beautiful loser maneuver the goofy cubicle future alert Big Brother super-community burn OK shoppers, tickets won't last For the straight-to-video dog-boy-eats-glass Who BMX mags rotate on gorilla babylon Darwin on the peg, digging his inner ape tag-along Ape escape Gravitron, zurly with two caps One over the mask, one plugging the flat black And it was Home Depot for the five-finger lazy-lift Ironically the same five measured a spray radius Spray gradient, made it for city tetris Double-breasted hecklers barking picket fences Now mobile rogues develop a special network Which further upsets the rich 'til rubberneckers double-check us Zero... Tonight the scum dance And I got all my money on the one with the lung cramps Little rat in a maze, they squirm on his escape He sorta likes the attention so he says "Check it" and stays Answer: How do we record a documentarian's suffering While ushering the public's hands in? Or transfer gritty bruiser to user-friendly stanzas That gets us like a junk waffle to Dondi's canvas Product, now, a tampered-with, contaminated Shrink-wrapped variant of the process, wow! As written by the messenger pigeon to Hell's Kitchen Thank you for the dollar, hope you dig it Clap once for the junkyard punks Good, clap twice for the junkyard knights Good, now pay attention 'cause part three of the lesson Can fiddle with your direction, clap at every sentence Heroes are never forgotten, legends never die Heroes are never forgotten, legends never die Heroes are never forgotten, legends never die This is what I sound like alive Two milligrams later, hits the stage with Big Wiz on the fader Gravy aviators tipped low in the nose, so we ogle over the frame With a pinebox-channel pioneer eye aim Miyazaki makeover the BK skies So when the jungle hits the city every insect is alive Poison for the town square up by the stinger needle If I sound scared it's 'cause I pay rent with the little people Dumb it down for none but none dumber The dumb-out posse is off Broadway for the summer, bummer And still it's interlocked in this clock, fresh and official The missiles rock bells, no bells and whistles Shell-shocked with a flock of Hell's wolves and minstrels Shell-toed ghosts on nostalgia signals Grass-roots ghouls always kept it simple Pour the water in the dirt then observe the impulse Dixie cup telephoner enemy front door Import wars, who could with an abort board A swarm's formula, please hit snooze Keep a simple tongue in your teeth, you will need it to lick wounds And erode his own laws with the claws of cougars So the fire in the sky sorta steers the stupor to loop drums Dummy, never grew a base With a resume of b-boy-isms and pause tapes Clap once for the junkyard punks Good, clap twice for the junkyard knights Good, now pay attention 'cause part three of the lesson Can fiddle with your direction, clap at every sentence Heroes are never forgotten, legends never die Heroes are never forgotten, legends never die Heroes are never forgotten, legends never die This is what I sound like alive