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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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My new fall coat got strange powers
When I'm with it I know I
Am not the same without it
I like to zip it all the
Way up 'til I'm only eyes
I wear it when I'm dipping in
And out the flow of time

My swerve circle toughies i learn em
And return to "good for abso-smurfly nothing"
We buddies when ya need a beaver
Hat to birth a bunny
Any other day it's heed the curse
And don't disturb the mummy
Disturb the mummy
I've heard it turn your Monday into bright
Lights hovering over crop circle country
Slow clap when your cold facts capsize
Soul clap through your last rites
Chew gum from "we're losing him" to flatline
And that's life
Not to be a dagger through your bagpipes
Strike another match with no
Sensation in my feelers
This is too much information
Breaking plates and taking t-birds away
He flees Rome between seizures
Still talking grease
Launching tees into bleachers
Take him to your leader's leader's leader
Even the redeemer like "I need
To speak to senior", ey!

Every dollar you bury under a tree
All the art that inform how you speak
Little black books stacked to the beams
It all falls into the sea

Shoebox full of photos from the scene
All the nothing you been
Stuffing up your sleeve
More stuff than you possibly need
It all falls into the sea

If a single point of light off in
The distance got you fuddy-duddies tripping
You should see me when I'm
Colors from the prism
I don't know if you're busy
But the bunker we resist in got
A cupboard full of skulls
You'd make a wonderful addition, listen
I could back a nail out from the inside
Scratch through the lid and dig a
Tunnel toward the wind chimes it's time
Any plan to track and split
The bounty turn to sand
When mother ain't around to kiss the owies
I show up uninvited
Break a chair and drink the lava lamp
All you see is fire and
Karate on the body cam
Golly you're a docile bunch
I'm ushering that posse out the poppy plants
This is my Jumanji not your Zombieland
Probably eat a couple fingernails
But otherwise
Did it all pretending I'm not seeing trails
Known for taking 5 to stick my
Tongue out in the autumn rain
That's just how I auto save

Every dollar you bury under a tree
All the art that inform how you speak
Little black books stacked to the beams
It all falls into the sea
Shoebox full of photos from the scene
All the nothing you been
Stuffing up your sleeve
More stuff than you possibly need
It all falls into the sea

Apple, carrot, ginger, beet juice
Bejeweled nun chucks, motherfuck these ghouls
Everything I wear got 3 wolves
There is no Aes, only Zuul, ey
People be cool, bee smoker puffing smoke
Here to breech the honeycomb
Steal the honey, f*ck the drones
Stung thrice
Still rub his belly in the hammock
Between trees over the Atlantic
He's gigantic
Unbelievers get a peak at where my
Twisters tend to land 'em
And adopt dogs just to tell
'em they're not in Kansas
Damn, come and dip a dog into the undertow
That flush you and that button nose the
F*ck back to the bunny slope
Sleeping bag in a circle of Carnívora
A hundred thousand deities that can't
Do nothing for ya
I tell my cat pretend like it's
Just us and the aurora
She said take me to New York if
We both make it to tomorrow

Every dollar you bury under a tree
All the art that inform how you speak
Little black books stacked to the beams
It all falls into the sea
Shoebox full of photos from the scene
All the nothing you been
Stuffing up your sleeve
More stuff than you possibly need
It all falls into the sea

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