Jet Son

[Hook: Camu Tao]

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah

[Verse 1: Aesop Rock]

Sickly arthritic

Cane-walker mosey for the nosey neighbor senior citizen up in my business

Post up daily out the building, hawk invisible civilians to monitor the silly thrills of simians

Black heart, wrong foot in, bedazzle the charisma

Artificial fatigues, camoed initial handshake

I shook a shaky frail buckle bunch

Old stickler still sucker punch the 808s, he says it shakes the frames and plates

“It won't happen again, sir.”

Limp back to your basement, ran him snarlin like a bobcat

Little man doubted by seventy-nine years of combat and folded to bottomfeeder

Bottom-fuck that, since hе critiques my take-out-the-trash rеceivers, its deeper

Iron blue Dawn To Dusk for months, so every time I exit the shelter the two confront

And awkward salutations turn “What, what up?” turn “How are you feeling?” turn “Let's talk war over tobaccy and tea leaves.”

Old Man River’s poker face seemed to grip water in his soldier days before the bones decayed alone in Brooklyn

His throne is made of mobile sticks and home replacement golden age of worker ant legwork over joker paint clones and hoodlums

I’ll shake the shittiest, they've escaped in the lineage

But goddammit if imma match the story and deliverance And mystery is still apparent

Sometimes he quiet when he watch

‘Mu call him 'Eyes on the Block'

[Chorus: Camu Tao]

Now he's all eyes on a brand new might

He can drop two at the drop of a dime

'Cause when you thought you were at the [?]

He'll put you on, put you out, put you right back in line

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah

[Verse 2: Aesop Rock]

Now when the phone rang I was home hanging out high

So the shaky voice of panic was magnified through the line

Eyes on the Block, throat box spoke timid

“Ian, please come down. I need assistance.”

Blew out like ‘What the fuck man, this cat's about to die on me’

Jimmy the latch and found a trembling mess of fresh anxiety like

“All I need’s a conversation. Calm me down, give me the pills.”

Chills, finger the dial on my celly ready for kills

He's scared and lonely

I blank up it, then come back 'how about them Yankees' shit, ‘how about this rain’

Yet in sixty minutes later buddy slowly finds a calm

And caught me looking at the yellowed photos on the wall, said

“This is my daughter, and this one is my grandson, and this one is my great-grandson Maxey, isn't he handsome?”

Then broke into his life story of war glory and BK

And how the hood has changed since he was knee-high to your DJ

Huh. Strange days

I sorta nodded in agreement but knew it would take me years to know what he meant

If somebody three times your age tells you today some stranger makes your petty evolution clump up in the chump change

Bug, never to be shrugged off again

The bother's now settled, there’s an honor to shake his hand

Never to be underestimated where he sit

Cause the Eyes on the Block seen some shit

[Chorus: Camu Tao]

Now he's all eyes on a brand new might

He can drop two at the drop of a dime

'Cause when you thought you were at the [?]

He'll put you on, put you out, put you right back in line

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah

[Outro]