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Aesop Rock

Ian Matthias Bavitz (born June 5, 1976), better known by his stage name Aesop Rock, is an American hip hop artist and producer residing in San Francisco, California. He was at the forefront of the new wave of underground and alternative hip hop acts that emerged during the late 1990s and early 2000s (decade). He was signed to El-P's Definitive Jux label until it went on hiatus in 2010. The music site betterPropaganda ranked him at number 19 at the Top 100 Artists of the Decade. He is a member of the groups The Weathermen, Hail Mary Mallon (with Rob Sonic & DJ Big Wiz), and Two Of Every Animal (with Cage). Regarding his name, he said: "I acquired the name Aesop from a movie I had acted in with some friends. It was my character's name and it sort of stuck. … more »

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Through the valley with a howl and a hiss
Every step is like a house on a witch
Any Judas into sappin' how I'm zappin'
Get the trowel and brick
I'm all thought-crime, cowlick and fizz
You could pull up to whatever
Close encounter you want
Catch him with a dozen flowers
Or an owl and wand pick a path, firebrand
Miss him with the hooey
Beleaguer a baddie and add
'em to ratatouille, ooey
I still chief L's on a rooftop
You still need help with your juice box
I'm trouble, you troubleshoot a lot
Cue his blue blockers maneuvering
Through the future shock
Where fam from a differеnt phase of the crawl
Get to stеp up and fail
To communicate through a wall
Maybe it's less about escape and
More a favor to y'all
After waking up with geometry
Engraved in his palm, either way

We are not the same, heaven is a lie
I think you a lame, lemme get a fry
We are in the weeds, begging for a sign
I think you a leech, lemme get a fry

I avoid sunlight, Chuckie
And buckets without fuzzy dice
Money pit's, and sucker shit
And run-ins with the blood of Christ
Unabashed do nothings who do
Nothing but multiply and multiply
Or any hooded reaper out to thumb-a-ride
Desert cottontail hanging from his talons
I been hanging with my demons
Future hanging in the balance
Plan a caper on a napkin
Trading slang into the evening
Drive a tank around Manhattan
What a world, what a world
Broken, bloody, undeterred
Local weather rumbling on some mother
Earth with stomach worms
Current mood bluer than a gummy shark
I should probably learn to move
Around the color bar
I should probably wear some jewelry
Made of human bone
It adds a visual component to
My "you should go"
Thought bubble generally jam packed, with
Dollar sign, exclamation point, ampersand
Hash

We are not the same, heaven is a lie
I think you a lame, lemme get a fry
We are in the weeds, begging for a sign
I think you a leech, lemme get a fry

Miffed, stabbed, and flat dissed
Add a little music and the
Dagger do the twist
I'm a hazard to the mission
Drop a dish in your room tone
Gaffle a bag of taffy, catch
A tag on a tombstone, ey
Get accustomed to the irritated easily
I can not be trusted if
Motherfuckers is Tweedle Dee
Further, everything is either beeping
Or foreseen to be mobile ringing
I can feel my life force leaving me
Flesh a temple of doom
The whole rest go XO, red balloon
Bent spoons from the second I
Could shed the cocoon
To my controversial first fake
Step on the moon at a mile off
Home in on a protein for the goulash
Staring razors at 'em
Shred a actor into udon
Strangers like "gimme 2 of
Dude what are you on?"
A single dose of Woo hah in the Yukon

We are not the same, heaven is a lie
I think you a lame, lemme get a fry
We are in the weeds, begging for a sign
I think you a leech, lemme get a fry

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