Couple Things

[Verse 1: Aesop Rock] All grown stuff, long road no fluff Piece of work, eat the turn buckle like a roast duck Post punk, played it back, Raider of the rations Blacksmith: forge Coltrane out of Klaxons Zap! The riddle wriggle on about the residue A social advocate, a Black Phillip at the petting zoo Run ragged til the blood magic pretzel you Rag tag plasma donors clashing over devil's food (Cake) These are the breaks that make the embers blue I can't wake up without a lake of fire to step into I can't wake up without a battle scene to emulate I'm in the kitchen repositioning the trebuchets Top row swan dive, aim for the ballyhoo Bonzai! Certain death hangs from a parachute My bows and arrows like two lovers underneath the Paris moon They been together since the bounty hunt this afternoon And K-I-S-S-I-N-G, Eyes on his rivalries Look at all these wonderful prizes inside his diaries I write about delirium and disappearing devils Then frame it with a margin of the most feared symbols And a shitty drawing of me playing Guns n' Roses pinball People peeking in my window like they might just wear my skin home I walk like a D-Day sim You walk like a de-veined shrimp Simp! [Chorus: Homeboy Sandman & Aesop Rock] I know a couple things about a couple things I know a couple things about a couple things I know a couple things about a couple things I know a couple things about a couple things [Verse 2: Homeboy Sandman] Imbued with the fortitude And shards of glass from broken 40’s on the old forty deuce This ain't your forty acres and a mule, dude This is twenty paces and a duel, dude, don’t do it Advantage yesterday becomes tomorrow cause I never learn My closet fills with shit I borrowed and did not return And never lifted like a proper curse You heard the hiss behind the acid smell the bastard child of mother earth Behind the pimp there lies a princess that is cold as ice I hope that you’re the one, if not then you’re the prototype Blind as allegiance that was sworn to reichs The water’s warm in the disorder but you ain’t about that sort of life Minds tend to wander like Madonna’s on the border line The loaves and fishes make for dirty dishes, let’s just pour the wine After a couple gallons ain’t no balance left to toe the line You need a different type emoticon No need reversing, hear the praise of Azazel soon as the record plays Encores are dated, DJ take us to the end of days Until the crowd becomes a second stage I’m up for burning at the stake and switch Binaca out for pepperspray That’s where they call the coppers 88 And where they beat it up and eat it up and heat it up until it radiate Fuck the delaying and the weigh-in like we playing games Who’s down to lay in graves (Ugh!) [Chorus: Homeboy Sandman & Aesop Rock] I know a couple things about a couple things I know a couple things about a couple things I know a couple things about a couple things I know a couple things about a couple things