Which Way Is Up?

[Slug]

He woke up, sweat got him soaked up

Looking like he spent the night getting hosed up

Smoke a butt, lit it off the stove and rush your focus up

When they breaking bread they never broke enough

Just another day of waiting for tomorrow

Situations got him pacing at the crossroads

Staccato

Face full of nostrils

Heart beating like you getting chased on that cop show

He's sick of getting cut short on the stick again

They sittin' pretty, but won't let the business in

Projectin' bricks of aggression

Protect your section, don't covet the next man's

I know you frustrated, must hate it

Maybe stuck in the ditch when the revolution's updated

Some make it and get upgraded

Every little prick wanna fuck Lady Luck butt-naked

That's why I overreact

Like you opened your lap and gave birth to a swarm of rats

Somebody should have warned your ass:

Its worse to crash than to run outta gas

[Aesop] Go real

[Slug] Forever stuck like a tattoo

[Aesop] No meal

[Slug] Go check your gut and snap-to

[Aesop] Don't feel

[Slug] Getting up under a bad move

[Aesop] So deal

[Slug] Get the fuck outta the vacuum

CHORUS (x2)

[Aesop] Go real

[Slug] Can't thief advantage of

[Aesop] No meal

[Slug] Can't eat handshakes and hugs

[Aesop] Don't feel

[Slug] Can't sleep so take them drugs

[Aesop] So deal

[Slug] Can't see which way is up

[Aesop Rock]

Boar's head helmet, long in the tooth

I walk a three-headed dog, I call him "Duck, Duck, Goose"

Ooze through the cookie isle hands down marvelous

Possibly escorting hundred-handers outta Tartarus

Man's damp claws stack adorable cash

And flip a cardboard crown like a spork in the mash

Stone-walling

Two knees knock on a tucked tail

Swan song wrong, flower-topped thumbnails

Pop the mop one hotel robe and a Plymouth duster

Eighty sixed from his given infrastructure

Beard to his feet that filter his Hail Mary's

In the company of cartoon stars and canaries

Kid Schroeder, ivories picked over

Parts marched out to sea on sick shoulders

Broadcast images of 3D art littering the diagonal arrow on your bleeding heart sticker

People of Earth, we are not as we are seeming

The radio is on but the dialogue isn't breathing

That's why my people drive along leaning

Back into the fires that forged the whole evening, speeding

[Slug] Go real

[Aesop] Cruisers get excited on the turnpike

[Slug] No meal

[Aesop] Ticket, no brakes, no birthright

[Slug] Don't feel

[Aesop] Nothing. Sleep days, work nights

[Slug] So deal

[Aesop] And stay the fuck outta the search lights

CHORUS (x2)

Go real

No meal

Don't feel

So deal