Coordinates

[Les Miserables sample]

Platoon of sappers advancing toward the barricade!

Troops behind them, fifty men or more!

[Verse 1]

I target the crux of all that's considered sin

The lost child venomous neck that spittles off my chin

Color me what?

Spellbound man hunting hellhound

Special investigations set kingpin

Bounce and of course you're happy

Mic activist, axis

Pivotal point spun all too often

Now walk and spin cycle

Dug psychedelic syndrome jabs your abdomen

I'm adamant with disperse and curse across

You're playing your chances broken branches

Scattered around your mainframe type uproot it

My hand saluted eastward compass is spinning

Magnetic field my metal mind driven

Threshold fresh coke crush and affect

Mic check and spin a rec conglomerate

The all absorbing metamorphin' monument

Not that average once upon a Glock, Glock, Glock

Dot, dot, dot, et cetera

The heated mass of fire and gas threatens your retina

Burning you back to immobile twitchin' fetal position

Itching for what could have been if not for who

[Hook]

This is Aesop Rock

I'm with 50 million troops upon my side

Flying towards the fraudulence coordinates

One hand on my mic

While the other drove my flag into your sidewalk

My sprouts stalks pawns and then I'm gone

[Verse 2]

Close encounters of the first kind

Contact cursed minds

Skies red

Stuck sitting spinning world wide webs

Overwhelmed and worried, flurried on your sidesteps

My pride treads thick

Utilize wide lens I slide strength in-telli-gently

We utilize mic like skele-ton key evidently all is not well

In a metra pot sell

Automatic hell habitat

Tainted pollutants toxic to me

The melancholy-olly-oxygen free on the night watch

Boost I introduced y'all troops to tragedy

Radically millions morphing the orphans

Spitting distortion

Piteous portions lacked a guiding light

Overriding and striding through the night

Starry army extends mics like dendrites

I blend life's darks and gray shades

Till displays made illustrate my views on sanity

If you're feeling famished we are family

Aesop Rock the canopy seek shelter

I have weaved a web across the sky hovering covering all

Night crawling audio visual veterans

Spreading like spores through the homes of all average Americans

50 million poets screaming all on the run

That's 50 million hearts beating as one

[Hook]

Once again it's Aesop Rock

I'm with 50 million troops upon my side

Flying towards the fraudulence coordinates

One hand on my mic

While the others drove my flag into your sidewalk

My sprouts stalks pawns and then I'm gone