Lyrics Zodiaccupuncture - Aesop Rock
March.
The
more
the
merrier.
Get
a
couple
or
more
to
carry
you
to
the
burial.
F-R-E-S-H.
Fresh
to
death
and
keep
it
def
to
the
left.
Well
it
was
Capricorn,
Virgo,
Aquarius,
Cancer,
Leo,
Sagittarius,
Pisces,
Libra,
Scorpio,
Aries,
Gemini,
Taurus,
Let
'em
die
for
it.
Delicate
freak
show
alert
the
frame.
Bash
all
flags
where
the
mag
spin
park.
Corroded
by
the
volts
that
jolt
the
cold
vein.
Boogie
down
kits
to
slip
past
the
guard.
Def
with
a
mascot
of
radical
mass.
Megaphone
fuzz
and
a
woofer
on
fritz.
We
are
not
trained
to
divert
the
crash.
But
march
face
first
with
a
prayer
for
the
blitz.
Stand
up
for
the
cinema
fire,
simian
ire,
Cold
shimmy
for
the
cinnamon
sky;
Intimate
eyes
loop
all
known
alleys.
Scoop
the
bounty
like
daddy
hires
Bazooka
to
murder
Ralphie.
I
curdle
with
burnt
milk,
pariah
sigh,
honor
piranha
money.
Count
it
with
the
knuckle
that
hustle
bread
out
a
copper's
tummy.
One
of
these
rebels
could
level
the
marked
city
But
the
N.Y.
uber
alles
governor's
picky.
I'll
be
the
jenky
Jesus
for
the
species
you
bleed
with.
Ultra.
Soldier
poach
the
folklore.
Jump
guns
through
the
9th
gate.
Jump
guns
like
a
noon
6 burner
lit
up
on
the
9th
pace.
Even
set
among
a
portion
conformed
to
the
blind
stage,
Never
lured
by
the
formal
watching
imported
wines
age.
We
bow
to
the
gusto
mustered
by
the
mecha-bot.
Plowed
by
the
public,
ushered
out
the
letterbox.
Wowed
by
the
subject
punctured
by
the
helicop.
Boy
meets
vermin:
the
widescreen
version.
Headaches,
nausea,
vomiting,
facial
paralysis.
These
area
a
few
of
my
favorite
venomous
side
effects.
Mamba,
Water
Moc,
Pit
Viper,
Diamond
Back,
Anaconda,
Boomslang,
Cobra,
bite
'em
back.
Spinal
tap
crabs
to
the
clapper.
Aesop
Rock
is
the
Cadillac
of
natural
disaster.
Push
that
button.
Everybody
gotta
push
something.
That's
why
the
envelope
is
where
it
wasn't.
I
work
with
the
builders,
whittle
my
gorilla
military
And
fizzle
'em
through
the
vigilante
filters.
Who
lamps
left
of
the
toggle?
How'd
they
fit
that
ninja
in
a
bottle?
A
hundred
million
motherfuckers
with
they
hands
out
Verse
a
walking
zipper
bomb
trying
to
keep
the
man
down.
Get
up.
Get
down.
Sit
up.
Sit
down.
It's
either
fancy
footwork
or
get
bit
by
the
hounds.
Face
up.
Face
down.
Laced
up.
Laced
down.
It's
either
fist
to
the
sky
or
get
bit
by
the
crowd.
Well
it
was
Capricorn,
Virgo,
Aquarius,
Cancer,
Leo,
Sagittarius,
Pisces,
Libra,
Scorpio,
Aries,
Gemini,
Taurus,
Let
'em
die
for
it.
I
was
chewing
my
tongue
out
of
my
mouth
one
day
When
the
blood
in
my
beard
hit
the
dirt
by
the
blazers.
Would
have
said
'curb
it'
like
any
nervous
habit
'Til
maverick
told
me
the
coyote
pack
could
smell
the
wound
for
acres,
And
labor
to
cater
fang
to
fisherman
gut
critters,
Oblivious
to
the
glimmer
of
innocent
duck
feathers.
Fuck
it.
Want
a
carnivore
war?
Bet.
I'll
be
at
the
Bronx
Zoo
with
a
lock
pick
kit.
On
the
eject
for
cockpit
bench,
helicop
clip
Nazi
cops
on
kamikaze
belly
flop
shit.
Roger.
Hop-fence-kill-a-crop,
monster.
We
are
the
tired
and
poor,
we
come
for
your
water.
Boom.
Bounce
when
the
church
corrupt.
When
the
mayor
knuckle
dust
city
worker
bugs.
When
the
stars
finger
babies
like
I
flirt
with
sluts.
You'll
see
the
fire
engine
red
fox
ears
perk
up.
Metal
kettle
unsettling
treble
howl,
settler
trembling,
Measuring
mellow
on
the
levitate
off
the
mezzanine.
Never
seen
a
ton
of
bricks
dressing
clean/dapper
'Til
it's
pin
stripe
and
skull
chunk
40
stories
after.
And
U.S.A.
on
a
Ketamine
disaster.
Cane
for
stress.
Crack
if
the
former
left
you
unimpressed.
Now
pardon
me
if
part
of
me
heart
of
an
oddball,
But
damn.
Kumba-fucking-ya,
dog.
Terminally
alienated
and
bent
awkward
by
the
bought,
Prepped
package
of
the
slickest
spin-doctors.
Raised
where
the
paranoid
hide
tools
proper,
Like
suspicious
cargo
in
a
high
school
locker.
And
it
looks
like
war,
quacks
like
war,
So
it's
Occam's
Razor
and
I'm
swayze
out
the
door.
A
hundred
million
motherfuckers
hold
me
back.
The
hand
cannons
won't
ask
'bout
your
zodiac,
boy.
Get
up.
Get
down.
Sit
up.
Sit
down.
It's
either
fancy
footwork
or
get
bit
by
the
hounds.
Face
up.
Face
down.
Laced
up.
Laced
down.
It's
either
fist
to
the
sky
or
get
bit
by
the
crowd.
Well
it
was
Capricorn,
Virgo,
Aquarius,
Cancer,
Leo,
Sagittarius,
Pisces,
Libra,
Scorpio,
Aries,
Gemini,
Taurus,
Let
'em
die
for
it.
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