Environmental Studies Lice

[Verse 1: Homeboy Sandman & Aesop Rock]
Somebody shoulda told ya
Up to something looking like a young somebody older
Who keep a toolbox in his tube socks
Who keep a boombox full of moon rocks
What was written was the hittin' of a snag
Reminded of the benefits of picking off a scab
I took an axe, lust for penetration left by Skinemax
I laid down on the tracks and took a nap, Hit it!
Hit it! This is when you line your little bastards up
Set aside a muster point then run and get your candle snuffed
Suckers get abducted by a clustering of animus
Where street performers only juggle cutlery and cannonballs
Muscle through the analog, a part of something heavenly
Rubber duckies in a row and Tetris-ing, it's therapy
Raiders of the multiverse in bumper cars that don't reverse
Make a move, maybe you should grow out of your floaties first

[Chorus: Aesop Rock]
Speakers of an unknown dialect
Each breath comes with it’s own environment
You lack the minerals and vitamins
Treat hacks like flies to the spider-web
Don’t ever count the kid out…
Don’t ever count the kid out…
Don’t ever count the kid out…
Don’t ever count the kid out…