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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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Atop the news this evening this just in!
Thanks Bob!
Due to extreme technology advancements
I'm able to report to you live here
From what military officials are
Calling a "hot zone"
As you can see and hear
I'm right in the middle of the battlefield
Our Pentagon regulations asked us
That we are, uh
To stay towards the uh, back of the unit
But, let me see if I can
Bring us a little closer
So you can see exactly what's going on

What'd I miss?
900 CC's of the raw in one fist
The bum's dumb blitzed
Order in the court where
The mortars jump bricks
Everybody, lung on the table
This point counterpoint
Aesop has the murkiest
Yet he numb out the prowler oint (uh)
And after bubblegum, he sink into the sofa
Clicker to pilot his broadcasted
Choice of cobra (hissssss)
The venom remains the same
Game of stale toxins camo'd with the now
Ornamental satellite options
Whatever's good I got this grave half dug
(true) with Yani covering Taps to make the
Pain worse than it was (nooo)
Playing marbles (playing marbles)
Hit by a bus (hit by a bus)
Death is sweet (death is sweet)
Hell sucks (sucker)
Damien probably wishing I'd donate a f*ck
But this shit's chiller than any
Conversation I've had in months
The iron fang drew 'em all loopy (real loopy)
So when he extended a hand
The planet's Cujo's went Snoopy
In perfect syncopation
Burnt to crispy critters
Like synchronized swimmers in boric rivers
M-m-m-m, poor soaked critters
Lick chop dig-in
Who dares lick a shot at pigeons?
Why I oughta (Vast get em)
He surfs city circuit's for the
Power and the glory
To the cowards in the quarry you
Will always blink before me
Its Doc Roc full-effect, campfire stories
Like I "Threw Your Momma From the Train"
To try to front on "Porkies"
He finds the garbage more inspiring
Than the good stuff (right)
His ink sleeps while the military look tough
Look, im sorry, crooked priority list
But Mr uSA-up-all-night's blackened
Heart already skips
I'm 'bout to crash this bitch to hibernate
Tell Wolf Blitzer holler at his boy
When he hosts "Blind Date"
It goes spit on CNN and force the
War back through the cable box
Where M1's are like stage props
Aimed at latest names dropped
So now he ignorant, right? (right)
No, he just accepts the
Inevitable apocalyptic syllabus
Sing along, Zooka dies of chemical poison
And watch 'em bring it on
Dag nabbit, that cat's bastard
I dead opinions and swap it out for the urges
Of a serpent trying to stuff it
In the jam before the curtains

He's numb to the guns (right?)
Thanks to the tank cams
Glued to the box like the
Opposites will shake hands (no)
Enough hell for the world's hand baskets
Enough cells for the world's hand captured
(come on) numb to the guns (right?)
Now he touch buttons that'll re-route imagery
Yes dawg, he recognize the history (look)
Yes dawg, he recognize the misery (right?)
But switch for element of surprise and demise

From M-16's or disco and hula hoops
Murder the fads before the fads
Murder you and yours
Me and mine find T&A on TNT
Pleasing to the iris more than TNT on DNA
(oh) morbid but important (right?)
I know, stop
Mork porked Mindy in this episode, watch
POW be buzzing for the rumbling
Cannons and less amateurs, bystander analyst
Went through the "Holy fuckin' shit
I'm gonna die" phase
Now it's "Well, I'm gonna die
Let's get this barn's sides raised"
So when they ask "what's your
Opinion on the war?"
I tell 'em "War sucks donkey dick
What's the Knicks' score?"
Maybe it's his allergies to
Horns and pitchforks (umm, umm)
Dusk muskrat (uhmm) elephant tusk jab (uhmm)
Elegant bloodbath
(right?) , leggin it, egg 'em on
Television preg-a nant and medicine is born
Ketamine'd out, community duel glazed over
Blank white sockets
Lookin for a heavy seven richter to shiver
The crocs right up out they options
Novacaine, bloodwork
Spoon though the Loch Ness
Hostage, no shame, suck the fear out his muck
So when the nozzles hit his nostril
He don't give a f*ck after all
It's just like on TV around the clock
Them thorns are real
The anger management is not

He's numb to the guns (right?)
Thanks to the tank cams
Glued to the box like the
Opposites will shake hands (put 'em up)
Enough hell for the world's hand baskets
(heh)
Enough cells for the world's hand captured
(look) numb to the guns (right?)
Now he touch buttons that'll re-route imagery
(uh) yes dawg, he recognize the history (uh)
Yes dawg, he recognize the misery
But switch for element of surprise and demise
(come on)

? Like that yeah, we don't watch that
We don't watch the war, we watch fucking
Fucking Bikini Car Wash
Shit's more amusing to me these days
Sorry if that makes me an asshole

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