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• Artiste: Aesop Rock
• Titre: Tetra
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Don't fool with his cool I turn a staff to a snake and back, evade crack Shake a 5150 in shades and a fake 'stache Dirt bike made of 5 worse bikes, uphill Tabletop frames on dutch tilt, crush kill Maker bot, coin-op arcade punk Talkin' arcane science, dark age pulp 4 eyes, carb face, Bar-Kays iron on Pork rinds, orange-aid, jarred brains die alone No mulligans, crowbar his bird cage Cold, colonize Mars on Earth day And surface from the cellar door like worms into the petrichor Messenger, better yet a vessel for a tetris score Zilch, cowabunga, homies call me, "press ignore" Devastating energy exploding off his tesla coil Farm bated breath and temperamental tremors That taught him how to wave with ten percent of his fingers And I've never lost tic-tac-toe to a live chicken for the footage I'm off cam dyamite fishing The diamondback rattles in his holy grail Evoke colony collapse via gross betrayal 3 wolf moon shirt, 2 shoes, one sock Wore the same hoodie everyday like Mumra Badum-bum, follow the regenerated rebel flesh Out of sorts, out of water, suicidal tetra fish Who stood by the conviction in his "we should be together less, forevermore Before we are the severed heads of civil war" Invasive radio ricochet off his silver foil Trash can fire looking for a kill to grill or spoil Quickly, purveyors of the fine hi-jinx I know, this is why we can't have nice things I prefer to skip the pleasantries Flip the diner table, dip in time for Final Jeopardy, no shit Don't fool with his cool Magpies, hoarders, and allied forces Who lick zig-zags being dragged by horses Transcribe stories in patterns of pins dropping Skinned boards and exaggerated limb-lopping Slow Mozart; no I've never heard of knocking Might've burst in on it's splits or skin popping Opt out, sober on the eve of no saints day Locate and aim for the token propane tank, bang! Followed from a pulling of hair To a homecoming sullied by a skull on a spear It spun a human resources issue to public affair Reciprocity is a pestilent compulsion to bear And ultimately unfulfilling Concurrently that rigid upper lip and grudge are crippling The wonder twins of bitching Arm chair hater, I wouldn't piss on your coffin But when I see your picture I draw dicks on it The ozone breakaway tux Hold chicken wire ribs and paper mache guts Pipe cleaner mustache, rope hands, google eyes Macaroni gas face, no plan to humanize You are now rocking with the worst Nothing up his sleeve, nothing here is what it seems Paranormal weather, mysteriously disappearing bees Not to mention the collateral delirium it breeds Jeeze, forgive him any dicey past He's from a tiny town called "death's icy grasp" And he don't get out much, but when he do it's Beatlemania Do not be asleep at the feet of his feelers radius Too charitable to offer any average joe Some real estate between the big mouth billy bass and jackelope Cozy in a moment of bliss, I'll snatch your food off your plate I'll snatch a goat off a bridge...no shit Don't fool with his cool