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Poly Cotton Blend
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Poly Cotton Blend foi lançado em 29 de outubro de 2025 por Rhymesayers Entertainment como parte do álbum I Heard It's A Mess There Too
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Data de lançamento29 de outubro de 2025
EditoraRhymesayers Entertainment
Melodicidade
Acústica
Valência
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM83

Vídeo de música

Vídeo de música

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Aesop Rock
Aesop Rock
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ian Bavitz
Ian Bavitz
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aesop Rock
Aesop Rock
Producer
joey raia
joey raia
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Letra

[Verse 1]
Pop a can of snakes, older olive branches break
Breaking through the amber, popping frozen cotton candy grapes
Rate the modus operandi, one to proper fancy
It's mostly a melodrama till it summon Thomas Clancy
And bam, Final Fantasies, rampant with fire damage
Hide the jerrycan, scramble with the clandestine everyman
I'm everywhere, nanny cam teddy bear
Neighborhood manhunt champion, scan the shrubs, "Hello there"
Cello playing several houses over
From the vaults of Vivaldi to the S/T of my sojourn
It get him walking like his freedom is covert
I make a gun with my fingers, and take a knee behind the sepia Corolla
I been sneaking up the shoulder, easy peaking 'round these corners
If the freaks are out this evening, is it even paranoia?
Partly, still I hit a hundred Mississippi
As a hunter out to cut up any other color pinny in the mix
[Chorus]
Oh yeah, go mega
In the trench where it get so extra
I'm on it, go AWOL
Get yourself out from behind the eight ball
Okay, go stupid, take a piece, take another
No bullshit, get busy, go dum-dum
Always hit the ground running with the bum-rush
[Verse 2]
XL, Elephant Man
I yell and shout and let the mountain feel the edge of my hand
I know you getting claustrophobic when those checkers advance
To separate you from your checkered vans, scepter in hand
Put your hands together for the ever damned and revamped
His heart a head in the sand, his head a Edison lamp
Might camp out in the front yard, frozen under golden stars
Wake up with the sun, grab my stuff out the canopic jar
And go, I'm half math over graph paper
The other half, bat around Pascal's Wager
In a sea of class clowns and mad cow behavior
Don't back down every time the path out taper
I ain't even breaking at the bottleneck
I'm Mach 1, holding up Medusa disembodied head
This is kamikaze over common sense
Rocket fuel stains polka dot the poly-cotton blend, aye
[Chorus]
Oh yeah, go mega
In the trench where it get so extra
I'm on it, go AWOL
Get yourself out from behind the eight ball
Okay, go stupid, take a piece, take another
No bullshit, get busy, go dum-dum
Always hit the ground running with the bum-rush
[Verse 3]
Sitting in the middle of my web
Waiting for the very next six legs to misstep
Pick a sticky thread, visit the vivisection infinite
Dip a toe into the tizzy, get your pivot reconsidered
We consider every kill to be a chicken neck and gizzard
Even if it isn't, it is, rock, paper, scissors
Cold slang, move around the room in odd geometry
Catch it, throw it back, its a volley to spot the novelty
Act, too true, too livin'
Nothing left to prove and still maneuver the minutiae different
Through the futurism, out the prism postmodern
Harlem Globetrotter tickets, no ghostwriters
My superpower is divining open diners
No matter the current local time or broken social climate
There's one, bacon so fragile
When you touch it with a fork, it should break up into shrapnel, like crack
[Chorus]
Oh yeah, go mega
In the trench where it get so extra
I'm on it, go AWOL
Get yourself out from behind the eight ball
Okay, go stupid, take a piece, take another
No bullshit, get busy, go dum-dum
Always hit the ground running with the bum-rush
Written by: Ian Bavitz
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