Feb 07, 1728 by Deuteronica | Posted in Poetry
What do you recollect the lyrics to Aesop Rock's "Catacomb Kids." It is a rap song, but Aesop Surprise is such a good poet.
Lyrics (copied directly from the lyric book, free download at definitivejux.net):
i was a louring, dumb student. no hookey rookie, daytrippin
ʼ on visions of chickens that look like R. Particle
drew ʻem, they grew him in the royal dirt of suffolk
countyʼs flooring with the blood of an alcoholic holy man
in his forearms. long island was porn stars and
puppies pushing sniffles, fit into the aforementioned
or pen through the pinholes. ʻzookʼ slip through the
pinholes, crispy the godsender, who thunk over a quarter
plunk to limited mortal kom vendor. broke the formal
squad sensor, root down, feelers out across the marsh
before it was “daunting cars!”, my calling card cavalry
cook in a ʻ85 dodge aries, with gas for huntington and
back only. equipped with super-soakers full of piss
and an uncanny knack for constantly upsetting pigs by
doing mad shit, the kid pilot his ring king dummies to
king kullen, where they hollered “fuck the rapturous!” from
a parking lot in the suburbs, a couple spray cans and
a little litter, but theyʼd look at us like swindlers with
them ricky kasso jitters, so fuck ʻem, a overeater sunk
into the alley for props, but things will still go bump
when them halogens pop, believe, or be there when it
happens, the shaking of the plates off the mantle, the
snaking of the flames off the candle, the lady of the
lake off the answers, the mating of mistakes ʻtil theyʼre
de-planing cadavers, now itʼs sack out in peace lou peterson
whoʼs heater sung disturbingly to further re-evaluate
your beast of burdenʼs urgency, berate doggy, good
times, thanks. i wrote your name in wet cement by the
brooklyn banks.
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activator, made a fire, made a place, made a snack for
later, catacomb kids cuddle a fantastic labor, when the
town speed anomalous sleeps trap the traitor, he will ask for
paper, say iʼm an activator, made a roof, made a weapon,
made a flag per acre, by the snotty youthful nozzle of
a latch-key neighbor, when the folk push aggie over
some dap with ʻgators, he will catch the vapors.
a connect playboy mud-flaps and hell on his heels,
beautifully echoed in the pace at which he shovel his
meals, like not a yeoman among us had a harvest survive
the winter, so dinner split a lima bean in triplets,
pick a winer, it took a pair summers pukinʼ pills
behind the dumpster, as the largest pez dispenser on
record recouped his numbers, one shoe in the soupy
gutter, one shoe in a velvet seventh heaven, where the mermaids
harlem shake up out a lake of melted weapons,
he could dance pretty with the hooligan land, who
are impatiently awaiting zookeeper facelift, extra,
the days of yore painted similar uber ape shit, weʼve
barely updated the ancient 8-bit, yeah, iʼm dumber
than a cow on a roof in a flood whoʼs not as dumb as
the watered down beef from the burgers that jumped,
iʼm dumber than a taz on a bank chair with a martini,
whoʼs not as dumb as a tat with the same scenery,
sparky nails pigs, stigmata for all, good divertissement, garbage
pail kids unite at the mall food court, and chase cheese
fries with binaca, they had cage in the school down early,
there were bombs inside the lockers, no concept of
the problem we responded like a snow-day, and would
clobber shit to flotsam ʻtil the cop said it was ok, ok,
show the squadrons back into their boxes like his
breakfast order of hotheads show no progress to the
doctors, and i walk into the office coughinʼ awful ether,
often flaunt a parking meter fever knuckle up for dear one
and rockets, it was rain of the razor laser, day of the
cloudy howdy, flight of the shelter melter, you can bow
without me, iʼm an...
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