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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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There's nothin' you or anyone can do, this is my nightmare
I've got to get out of it myself, just as I got into it

First uninvited tech I hear pingin'
Ring in a cameo from the hammerstone
Bam, the fantasy brandishing a banana phone
Cramp into the glamper van, vanish off the candid cam
Frying pan to fire like a vandal hand to Montana Gold
Fan the flame of animals with access to the roof like Michelangelo
About to free a statue from a cube
Hold a can of ruby like a spam musubi
In a blink I turn a block or two to pomegranate smoothie
All-state ball of fleas, walk in front a greyhound
In J's so clean, even Paul of Thebes came out
Office in the hall of meat, I can't even check the mail
Without a trail of handlers waving around dog treats
Here boy, Aes' from before the first star wars
I survived action park, I survived lawn darts
Salsa bar all stars, buzzin' and bitchin'
I got a seat at the summit for any son of perdition, wasup

All type a shit, all, all type a shit
Dashing through the atlas throwing magic at the sciences
I'll be in the crows nest most days
I know how the whole mess rotate
All type a shit, all, all type a shit
Mashing through the mire, the master of my environment
I've been doing laps of the lost world
I could draw a map to the raw nerve

By the bridge the air has a edge to it
It smell like a burning Sentra, it taste like a TENS unit
The tension is extra extra, the meth'll induce a hubris
The hubris produce a weapon for any potential Judas
A newbie could be confused with
It ain't the hood to play who's who in
I mean you ain't even you in it to who is
I cook in the every nook, I'm a snap of the sewer cap
It's a mile of uneven cobble, a map of the booby traps

I've been active around the alleys, beyond where the taxi taxi
Beyond where the bus'll bus ya, with blood on the classic khakis
A cannonball into traffic, a fire escape his trapeze
A lapse in the record when he circled back to tag the Applebees
And procure the appetizer breadsticks
They kill us in the long run but unite us in the present
A sign of life in the dead ends, even if it's mostly mildew
You ain't get it if you still on that, what are you getting into?

All type a shit, all, all type a shit
Dashing through the atlas throwing magic at the sciences
I'll be in the crows nest most days
I know how the whole mess rotate
All type a shit, all, all type a shit
Mashing through the mire, the master of my environment
I've been doing laps of the lost world
I could draw a map to the raw nerve
R-r-r-raw nerve, raw, r-raw, r-raw nerve
R-r-r-r-raw nerve, nerve nerve nerv-

I'm part of what the dour climate begets
A people that don't jump at the power that bees behest
Come bounce around the house of flying rejects
We've been eating where upheaval is a feature not a defect
Tortellini MREs and zero dirty dishes
Only dirty minions yelling over yellow journalism
I got witches and wizards who opt to summer under bridges
Over sun-kissed in the tropics, maybe something's in the liquid

I'm foreign to the comfort of performance for the glory
Every yard is part of out-running an origin story
That get him pressed into the corners
And connecting the dots in no order
Learned to render any exit I want
It's a hole in the floor, it's a door on the bricks
It's a bike in the alley when you can't warp to the ship
I stuck a fork in myself before you were spores in a dish
The mission only as important as that lure in your lip
Sure as shit

All type a shit, all, all type a shit
Dashing through the atlas throwing magic at the sciences
I'll be in the crows nest most days
I know how the whole mess rotate
All type a shit, all, all type a shit
Mashing through the mire, the master of my environment
I've been doing laps of the lost world
I could draw a map to the raw nerve
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