Shut Down

Lyrics

[Intro: Aesop Rock] Seven! (Where the fuck is the weed?) Seven, you got the weed? Yo, is the weed here? Seven... Anchor, I want you to "beat Seven down" Yeah, no problem, let's get this record started alright? [Verse 1: Aesop Rock] Sitting on the bus, three nickels and a Walkman High as fuck, loopy cadet, bent stupor out the bullpen Flexing with the fulcrum, but (what) Not quite enough, cause if the non-factor met bad posture my little zone combusts The driver hates his job I can tell by the way he keeps saying "I hate this fucking job" to every civilian that boards I'm just happy the academy lets roaches ride the NTA Cause i got a full glass with an otherwise empty day Citizen culprits aim for the plug jesus freak lectures But it's like "Homie, I can't hear you", park the traffic tryin' to sharpen up the bear tooth Animatronic tapeworm raid germinate random tantrum So I twitch every time the "feed me, Seymour" farmers plant one Serve me silly or work with me, no grey area Burden me filthy or kill me, murder me quickly Hack me to ribbons and serve me with grits to the sickly Tack me to the menu with the all-you-can-eat entries As I watch with a laminated iris, mother fuck the leeches and contaminated sidekicks Mother fuck the bleachers where they seat the bacon hybrids Mother fuck that sacred virus squirming through the hi jinks Bounce to the scarlet carpet bomb boombox noise activators Sat with the fat lady and voodoo magic maker Said "Homie do your thing", said "Homegirl let him do his thing When i give the signal, i want you to stay fat and sing" [Hook x2] Watch your back, watch your front now What now, shut down [Verse 2] Your computer face irks me to no end Keep blowing lines in the bathroom and I'll pretend i can't see the snow where your nose ends Winter heads get gingerbread enjoyment for a couple (1,2,3,4,5) Then sit and wonder why their Brooklyn bridges buckle I'd like to radiate basic framework and stress caveman symbol living from the hot burner cookin' rice and beans in the kitchen It's gonna be all good, right? (right, right, right) Right. Gravy The burden just disappears in a mix of Gerber babies Deaf motivate the def, juxtaposition (juxtaposition) The lab rats procreate with whatever's left Lone pledge, suck medusa nipples, spit Stonehenge You suck Sambuca ripples, spit cookies Stop acting like an asshole! Hot tin roof (uh) dance with a beetle Summertime airbrushed on a collapsible easel Winter war participant or southbound eagle Kick the metal door off the hinge or peek through the keyhole Television face, camo the nerves behind a moniker Hopped up on Klonopin, kicking it to college girls "I'll fuck you blind but i need to borrow a dollar first for stoges Cause tar and pussy's like all I got to look forward to" Bazooka Tooth got souvenirs for little fuck-ups that crash test your matchbox tour bus before they hit the first truck stop Kick back and count the casualties; a sadder motherfucker like Radio Rahim buying batteries [Hook ]