Obsolete - Aesop Rock, Blueprint, Slug

Open a window and close the air vents

And if you’re lucky than you’ll miss the glass and crack your neck on the

blacktop

Time mad foolery invaded rap stock

While I bury words in soil, reaping cash crop

You had a laughingstock and I’ll lead you to the slaughter

An example of how to treat men if I ever have a daughter

Puff after puff, exhale after inhale

Rush after rush, re-up after next sale

And that’s my life and at times I’m probably dreaming

Cause this race is a figure-eight, no deviation from weaving

Webs are worse for heads with precision of arachnids

I’m a mattress, I’m stroking my pen just for practice

Night after night, spawns visit my bedroom

To confirm the fact that the roses would be dead soon

Surface intestinal fortitude with a red spoon

And damned to the evening as the moon is fed bloom

Yo the circle keeps me laughing loud

About how the clitoris within your disposition is projected outward

Got a crowd of mother figures, got a lot of love to give ya

As I sift through the under-nourished gift

«Welcome to the show, Sir, no Sir, no guest list

Unless your girl is down to wash my hair and make me breakfast»

As reckless as it smells, it’s a long way from Hell

And there it is until I run out of thoughts to sell

Fell from a tornado of fire

The perpendicular lung collapsed from trying to inflate the tire

The robots go nuts when on the donuts they roll

They can’t handle the speed, money, slow down Slug

All around the globe I hear the whisper of the pussy-whipped

Might be more than content just to sit and look at it

Born from Atmosphere, raised on Prince

If life was a snare, y’all would flinch

I bully duck-walkers

Whose waddling with a following an inconspicuous scumbag bitch images

Sort-of sons society of similars who can’t tell the country folk from the

villagers

«They all got guns and jerk to the same pin-up girls»

I’ve found from now on out to kid who only put out what you haven’t slathered

in capital fat thought bubble

It’s like when I cuddle in the crease

It takes more than a fanbase to mandate the bliss disperse and earn the peace

I can feel it

I know that stiff industry wallow while they got you riding dirtbikes on some «I want my two dollars» shit

Pressure, at least until justice is served

I’mma bust the straight and narrow till the motherfucker curves

Circle with nostalgia ??

crooked on the way out

I’ll be the king-style following writing off violently cocked-back to painting

a beautiful picture like Mr. Adolf Hitler sucking cock for crack

Life is living in a prison, where?

Daylight just a vision, it’s cold in here

Spending time in the hole, made to listen to screams of other MC’s

Caged in rhythm, slaves to rhythm

For my favoritism, oh my plagiarism

So I close my eyes, hoping to find escapism

And fade away from the games played at least for a moment

But dreams of my opponents that I notice

While my dilated eyes focus

Slide into my lab after my eye closes

Like locusts

Leaving even quicker than they came

Abandoning my field of dreams for a bigger name

With all my strength I’m defending my flickering fame

Adrenaline allows me to ignore the feeling of pain

And front like I’m winning the game

Yes, adrenaline allows me to ignore the feeling of pain

And front like I’m winning the game

Desperately searching for a pattern in the puke-green stains

That indicate the amount of miles remaining on this tour

Eyes occasionally bouncing back to the radio clock

Keeping track of the minutes swallowed as we speed the shore

I can’t seem to wrap my mind around any kind of of order

The signs randomly pop up giving 20 miles left, 8 miles left

I imagine when I once stepped on it

Now it stays ahead of me, planting the signs secretly leading me to death

Oh, Jesus hidden Christ in a lunchbox

I really am schizophrenic, a friend once told me he could see it in my

handwriting

My whole life I told readers it’s just because the road was too bumpy

And the bulb above my head didn’t give off enough lighting

So why am I still on this highway, accelerating, striving for a home

Knowing there’s no end to this street?

I should stop driving right now and just sit here

Cause when it stops what I actually did will be obsolete