Hey, yo, must not sleep

I bash the bracket open and breach

The priority's bleached since that '76 umbilical severed

Majorities cordially abhor the pinnacle vendors

I got West Nile virus on my TV in the Bronx

I got two hollow pockets and a sleepy hollow mosh pit

Tryin to blow the spot with wet matches and bottle rockets

While cop walkie talkies squawk outside my apartment obnoxious

Tonight's special consists of stale fiber from shitty diner

Look mom! I learned to tie my shoes! (Hey, can I borrow twenty bucks?)

Peel back the prickly cocoon to Poloroid turbulent land unit birth

Student first pedagogue only from brazen action

Wind blown mariner east river shark parry lunge carry funk endzone caliber

Watch war face painted jukies dance blissfully around a bonfire and sacrifice live sanity

Pay a nickel for nose-bleed seats in a peanut gallery

Gallop with a pegasus

Malice with no benefits

Balance with some sense of bliss and the foulest degenerates

My New Year's revolution's gon' be to stop burning bridges

I'm just 'gon bend 'em toward the couple cats that's worth the visits

And um, it's like that, and that's the way Aes thinks, and um

Plans are like clipper ships, if they got holes they sink

And if the skipper slips the crew shits bricks, wither, and hit the brink

That's why I take the poison's bitter sips and smile big when I drink

You never knew mayhem walked with Nikes, talked like a trucker, hawked the filibuster, Gerber baby lucid Colonel Mustards

No time to hold my breath (Nope!), I'm only here to rap, eat, sleep, grow old, and smoke

Stoges through the hole in my neck

New millenium, mad cows and Pentium, process the hostage, lock him in the petting bin

Show him pictures of his wife and kids, then wash the brain

Probably the same motherfuckers that buffed the trains

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay

Must not sleep

Must bash the bracket

Pay the rent, pay the debt

Must slash the fabric

Catch the jackrabbit

Pay the rent, pay the debt

Sleep

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay

Must not sleep

Must bash the bracket

Pay the rent, pay the debt

Must slash the fabric

Catch the jackrabbit

Pay the rent, pay the debt

Sleep

Roll into the city with one half of the cannibals (whose that?)

New joint bumpin out the whip speakers

Made the escape for a night of making tapes now it's back to the cockroaches and preachers

Somewhere a prom queen's giving birth in a bathroom stall

Hauling a prime directive not to get blood on her mother's ballgown

I'm son of a stubborn old one-track jackal

Brisk, truckin' with a prime directive just to get the goods and never fall down (Raw bomber!)

Ate the city, spit the bricks

Ate the boxcar, spit the burners

Ate the planet, spit the murder

Funny farm brain patient writing rap for milk money, built ugly

With a couple side effects to make'em love me

My cipher demeanor left Jesus rubbin genie bottles

Til the following morning Colombo found a crown of thorns in urine puddles

You're in trouble!

I'm not trying to save the world, I'd rather watch it die slow

So I could spit my grand I-told-you-so

Are we having fun yet?

Yup, step to the carnies

Try to win a teddy bear to impress your favorite Barbie

She almost sucked you off at the company Christmas party

But she won't accept the bear 'til Aesop signs it with a sharpie

My ex-girl bounced without payin' the cable bill

I checked myself in television rehab

Withdrawal symptoms may include shivering, fevers, drooling and chronic masturbation

Now I pray to the gods of pornography and Playstation (No!)

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the lord my soul to keep

And if I die before I wake

Give my ASR to El and bury me with my mistakes

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay

Must not sleep

Must bash the bracket

Pay the rent, pay the debt

Must slash the fabric

Catch the jackrabbit

Pay the rent, pay the debt

Sleep

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay

Must not sleep

Must bash the bracket

Pay the rent, pay the debt

Must slash the fabric

Catch the jackrabbit

Pay the rent, pay the debt

Sleep

...Bonus round

This is the hot tin roof stepper

Hold it down with centipede foundation

Mr. Greed who burns rugged obstruction in bunches

Like little Jackie paper puffs the magic dragon in dutches

We don't need another hero homie, gallop off on your my little one trick pony holly hobby Polly Pocket pretty fuscia destiny

If the slipper fits fire up Cinderella propeller and curtsy for the munchkins right before

Aesop Rock smashed the pumpkin

Yeah, yeah, iron on gusto rustolium bloodstream what's better?

When the wrist slit it leaks out only the bloodiest bubble letters

Complete with outlines, fill-ins, dates, shading and shout out columns

For vagrant colonies to follow when redeeming bottles

You're a little tea pot trying to eavesdrop on the mammoth route

Peaking out from the rosebush like (Uh-huh)

"Here is my handle (Ohh), here is my spout" (Ahh)

Godzilla jukie used to be in love, now out for gigapussy

Sorry to offend but sometimes life bends in the middle (Sorry!)

So now you have a fulcrum where there used to be a pillar (Right)

And now I got a pulse that bumps less than a cocaine binger

And now I got no nine to five and still labor days flicker

(This kid is ill)and now I got a nine millimeter Q-tip with an itchy trigger finger

See, I really don't feel your persona distortion

Ordered by martyrs who martyr self for martyr's sake

Wow fame. If notoriety grew adjacent to jealous dick-riding sentiments

I'd give you a pound like, "Greetings Mr. President"