Big Bang - Aesop Rock

Well, so we meet again

(He said he’s grown spiritually

Since the last time we’d spoken)

Ok, this is the dawning of the book of bitter aspects

Where the jackals sit and watch the pedagogues clash flesh

Poison function accompanied by six armor-clad

Black horse and buggy mechanisms

Tugged a portion of my severed vision (my severed vision)

The gathering of loose ends in a bucket

With a shoestring budget

Every man’s got a field to plow (I know that now)

But it’s like, man I really can’t afford the oxen

Fee fie et cetera

I smell the warm blood of the bill collector knockin'

I get awkwardly sturdy with a frigid liquid backbone

I get swept in the pressure cooker tryin' to paddle back home

I get sprung with a vibrant alliance of clean intention

By eclipsing doom litigants hatched to bash these picket fences

Now I’ll attend the wedding of the open sore and festering

And when the groom presents the ring

The bride commence the blistering

It’s textbook magnificently crude

Prototype king berserker module

Inserted vertical thirst, burst horizontal (treasure)

Treasure, loose cannons span the starboard bow

Of the clipper ship dipped in truth famine pressure (pressure)

Cabin fever meter peggin' ludicrous

Beautiful cartoon troopers

Swallow brutal futility with a teaspoon full of sugar

I rock ready, aim, fire while y’all rock ready, fire, aim

Then blame the stationary target while the prey escapes the frame

Merit badge, marksman, or poacher?

It’s all the same (right?)

So I lay across the wood perpendicular to the grain

I wanna be a big bang, gotta be

Never bottle me up in a probably, I wanna see a 'Yes sir', sir

YES SIR!

Thorn with a torn core, sore to the bone

Warn the other brothers I was born forlorn

Big bang, Shoveling a big dig

Huddle in a tunnel of big dreams I think big things

I’ma burn with this little light of mind

And a prime concern to earn thanks, I’ma be a big bang

I wanna be a big bang, gotta be

Never bottle me up in a probably, I wanna see a 'Yes sir', sir

YES SIR!

Thorn with a torn core, sore to the bone

Warn the other brothers I was born forlorn

Big bang, Shoveling a big dig

Huddle in a tunnel of big dreams I think big things

I’ma burn with this little light of mind

And a prime concern to earn thanks, I’ma be a big bang

I’m just a survivor of the woolly mammoth population

Bottle neck effect, sorta born def

Alien to shallow alchemy

If you gon' metamorph the base-metal to precious

Might as well steal from the rich, bewitch the peasants

I’m floating this homing pigeon out hell’s kitchen window

Left an S.O.S.

infested bottle nestled in his grip so

With a prayer circle release party and hearty wild bellow

I observed him fly ten feet

Then drop the bottles to the devils

Fertile circle turned fertile crescent via bad investment

Despised every second, but I guess I learned my lesson

If I made an angel in the snow for every rotting victim

There’d be wings to float this mothership up out the goblin system

Sticky panoramic contaminant planted

In conjunction with phantom assumption

Gutterbug alumnus candidates

Well, I promise you I’ll man the lighthouse

Just to help guide in your ship

If you promise to help pull this hook out my lip (bitch)

Godspeed, straitjacketed ragged approach

To circle suns via folklore pollutants derived strictly

From a B.C.

generation disgust

Community movement alluding to a

«No blood given, no recognition»

Life manner, I was us up all night with a rusty hammer

Trying to build a fence around these magic beans

My dreams have gathered

But to, that certain lack of avail

I sail a choppy lot with buoyancy like a bucket of rocks (a bucket of rocks)

I wanna be a big bang, gotta be

Never bottle me up in a probably, I wanna see a 'Yes sir', sir

YES SIR!

Thorn with a torn core, sore to the bone

Warn the other brothers I was born forlorn

Big bang, Shoveling a big dig

Huddle in a tunnel of big dreams I think big things

I’ma burn with this little light of mind

And a prime concern to earn thanks, I’ma be a big bang

I wanna be a big bang, gotta be

Never bottle me up in a probably, I wanna see a 'Yes sir', sir

YES SIR!

Thorn with a torn core, sore to the bone

Warn the other brothers I was born forlorn

Big bang, Shoveling a big dig

Huddle in a tunnel of big dreams I think big things

I’ma burn with this little light of mind

And a prime concern to earn thanks, I’ma be a big bang

Big bang, bi-big bang

It’s gettin' bigger by the second

Check it

Ok, I’m here to rock the tugboat and bid the elders farewell

I shook the buddy system wisdom 'til the similars repel

I sell a barrel of spirit to dummy dimwit syndicate jackals

I’m broken arrow to the fuckin' bone (broken poem)

I don’t really believe in God

But God, I’m scared to death of God

I swear to God, I never meant to spill the beans

Nor tear the pod

But it’s like…

I hike an acre unimpressed and slept on the saber’s edge

Enough times to splice anti-Christ's favorite pledge

I wanna know myself

Sorta solo sheep amidst wolves

And still my shepherd can’t administer

The proper push and pulls

I push the ghouls to man overboard

Pull the bulls onto my sword

And buckle down in a corner chair with a round table floor

Got an angel on my left shoulder, a devil on the polar

Got a mug a frigid, got a mug a solar, sliiidde over

The recipe’s designed to plug the appetite for continuity

By stitching togetherness theme congruents (beautifully)

I peel back hearts and lodge greed physics in the chambers

Cauterize the wound and heads like

«Gimme gimme something major»

Road side prophetic, ascend well (well)

Enveloped in a mummy ribbon system

Blistering in a wishing well

BIG BANG!