Bold Aesop Rock (Ft. Busdriver & Rob Sonic)
"Bold" by Aesop Rock (Ft. Busdriver & Rob Sonic) is a #HipHop track from 2007. The lyrics explore themes of individuality, self-assertion, and the struggle for authenticity in a conformist world. Its intricate wordplay and unique flow showcase each artist's lyrical prowess, contributing to the underground hip-hop scene's cultural depth.
[Hook: Aesop Rock]
You don't wanna be some old dude
Shaking a fist at the new bold youth
You were the new bold youth, now you some old dude
You don't wanna be some old dude
Wagging a finger at the new bold youth
You were the new bold youth, now you some old dude
[Verse 1: Aesop Rock]
And I know you know I'm sucker proof
Mediate the over under, leaning over onion soup
And soda... Armchairs, Underoos
Camera's on the entrances, TV's on The Bugaloos
Speaking of, what's up with you's? Y'all tried chilling?
No, whole time bow tie spinning, like "Hzzzzzz..."
Cough cough sputter, not to worry, there will always be another
I wanna say I nurtured all you little green settlings
But these lapses get the guillotine snapping, it's distracting
All-righty, play me what bumps
Yuck, I'm getting too old for this, shucks
Aes stay gold for this much
Gray and mostly tits up
Old man winter, eyes on the prize
Give the lowest of lives, the highest of fives
'Cause...
You don't wanna be some old dude
Shaking a fist at the new bold youth
You were the new bold youth, now you some old dude
You don't wanna be some old dude
Wagging a finger at the new bold youth
You were the new bold youth, now you some old dude
[Verse 1: Aesop Rock]
And I know you know I'm sucker proof
Mediate the over under, leaning over onion soup
And soda... Armchairs, Underoos
Camera's on the entrances, TV's on The Bugaloos
Speaking of, what's up with you's? Y'all tried chilling?
No, whole time bow tie spinning, like "Hzzzzzz..."
Cough cough sputter, not to worry, there will always be another
I wanna say I nurtured all you little green settlings
But these lapses get the guillotine snapping, it's distracting
All-righty, play me what bumps
Yuck, I'm getting too old for this, shucks
Aes stay gold for this much
Gray and mostly tits up
Old man winter, eyes on the prize
Give the lowest of lives, the highest of fives
'Cause...
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