Aesop Rock & TOBACCO are Malibu Ken – Corn Maze (Official Video)


I’m the world weekly news bat child B-lining ash pile to ash pile to ash pile For every ghost climbing out the flat file Every gaff, every lone spaz in a snack aisle Cracked out, don’t touch that dial ever These trap doors forecast quagmire weather
But it’s worth it From cobras out to kiss him on the cheek To snatching victory from out the jaws
of imminent defeat The phone ping from a pillow fort in a corn maze I don’t have a horse in ya war games I don’t even really like horses I like wild orchids and neighbors with wide orbits Electric fence & pets that tend to pretty much ignore us We headbutt in the mornings
then report to separate corners Criminy ya killin’ me Smalls, the fist balls up I pull my hood down, I got some walls up Walls up I keep my coat on I got some walls up Chips down, walls up I cut the lights off… Every day I wake up in a gallon of sweat
Puke blood, hit the shower, turn to Malibu Ken While you were asking all your lackeys
“are we jackals or men?” I’ve been the sorcery authority
should catch if they can Mostly a master of none
Come try the coffee it’s burnt He tip a chapter it sucks
Top of the mothian world Pick a one horse town,
four horsemen got his number I feed each one the others
camouflaged in Fluffernutters The million dollar free jazz
speak in a secret garden Some people think it’s freakish
but they can’t deny the harvest It’s funny when they’re later made
to celebrate the shit they said was garbage It only show the city who the mark is Are we Donatello’s David or delicate frozen Charlottes Even Davids know an Arthur often will be no catharsis The voices in my head still talk tough
I go to bed stoned I got some walls up Walls up I keep my coat on
I got some walls up Chips down, walls up I cut the lights off In a lavish rabbit hole with no rabbits
Young dumb dust bunnies jump into traffic Casually gussied up and done
feeling unsung and savage Punk we have come for your cabbage I’m bad news travel like a rat
through your cabinet, spaz Twenty paw pads full of scabs
Often a false ad full plaid all dander Blast off black jackdaws on his antlers Zero faithers, wearily fear his neighbors Some day we’ll find a way
to make these billionaires obey us Some day we’ll earn a subdivision
gaudier than reprobates Who sit around impressed
and guess the order of the Tetris rain With biblical as reckoning
Son of surly Satan torn asunder Private number, public urination We socialize with pundits
who encompass all the wrong stuff I count the bread quick, I got some walls up Walls up I keep my coat on
I got some walls up Chips down, walls up I cut the lights off

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