Shut Down

[Intro: Aesop Rock]

Seven! (Where the fuck is the weed?)

Seven, you got the weed?

Yo, is the weed here?

Seven...

Anchor, I want you to "beat Seven down"

Yeah, no problem, let’s get this record started alright?

[Verse 1: Aesop Rock]

Sitting on the bus, three nickels and a Walkman

High as fuck, loopy cadet, bent stupor out the bullpen

Flexing with the fulcrum, but (what)

Not quite enough, cause if the non-factor met bad posture my little zone combusts

The driver hates his job

I can tell by the way he keeps saying "I hate this fucking job" to every civilian that boards

I'm just happy the academy lets roaches ride the NTA

Cause i got a full glass with an otherwise empty day

Citizen culprits aim for the plug jesus freak lectures

But it's like "Homie, I can't hear you", park the traffic tryin' to sharpen up the bear tooth

Animatronic tapeworm raid germinate random tantrum

So I twitch every time the "feed me, Seymour" farmers plant one

Serve me silly or work with me, no grey area