Kill Switch - DJ Krush, Aesop Rock

This is Minister Metal Foot, treat a pedal like an earwig

And cook off by applying the same logic to the gearshift

Bird of prey circle serf homes like I tweaked

When the beak hit the bones, leave 'em alone

Leaky break fluid but ghost the boy whip swift

Cruise for the unusually mutual shoes

In & out hotstepper lane eat fame

Spit the blinking lights back to the lions Keep the name

Freak the frame Like it lasts without compromising the mission

On guard to peak with the gain the second

The second frame twitches

Which is fine, I learned stay alert early

For the buzzards that burgle the worms know nothing of mercy

Wrote this one in Europe with Walz while his ravi sick at home, It`s killing him

If you can`t identify

Peep, see when you kill the shows, then the bills unfold

And if the bills unfold, the children ain`t gonna pick at bones

Only soldiers shoulders built to carry weight could troop us

Shake a room up scoop the venue phone

1−800 Brooklyn zoo is Kenya home

I mean, it`s love when the screams leave your face

But it`s realer when your seed`s fever breaks

Kid, I got you’re family, pull up a chair

I got a little something that I want y’all to hear

There is much greater peace out there still

And if I gotta carry it home in my teeth for y’all, I will

There is a greater love Greater than your papercuts

Greater than the labor Suckin souls out of the razor tongued

All eyes on it

Cut the edge and walk toward it

Water & hot porridge

There is a medicine I know and live

It dissolves and swims between the bones and skin

When the dry walls start closing in

I mosey out to hold the win, kill switch

Welcome to sham city limits Let your insects do the walking

Let your indent through the shredder Let your instinct make it awkward

If Gitty in the gauntlet, set the phasers on kill

Cuz the minions that haunt it ain’t offered the same pills

My chemical happy squad operate with freedom fighters

Eye of tiger pride prize fight Nighter off a Geiger

Napkin scribble to crack riddles

Fizzle back in after the ax tip rizzle grips actually swivels

And they won’t stop asking all the wrong questions

All the right answers for shit you ain’t find interesting

Hand pull the plug and fuck it

Make a hundred albums

Not a one for public consumption

Now that’s that, good lovin`

Lugging fetus

Feedback isn`t what I got down for

Dancing on the ceiling with that lip On the ground floor

Of the building, You`d leak anything from document to poison

To stand on your brother`s face and holler buoyant

Float like a butterfly Sting Jackals

You could never shackle

Zooka maggots bring mavericks

Sing a song of sick spit blood in savage

Illin' children, cuttin` papers lilacs in the attic

And I casually shift up These crusaders

Hold a dual saber defense For the cruel natured weekend drifter

Please do not interrupt the placement

Of the steak upon my kinfolk’s plate, wait…