[Intro: Aesop Rock]
Seven! (Where the fuck is the weed?)
Seven, you got the weed?
Yo, is the weed here?
Seven...
Anchor, I want you to "beat Seven down"
Yeah, no problem, let’s get this record started alright?
[Verse 1: Aesop Rock]
Sitting on the bus, three nickels and a Walkman
High as fuck, loopy cadet, bent stupor out the bullpen
Flexing with the fulcrum, but (what)
Not quite enough, cause if the non-factor met bad posture my little zone combusts
The driver hates his job
I can tell by the way he keeps saying "I hate this fucking job" to every civilian that boards
I'm just happy the academy lets roaches ride the NTA
Cause i got a full glass with an otherwise empty day
Citizen culprits aim for the plug jesus freak lectures
But it's like "Homie, I can't hear you", park the traffic tryin' to sharpen up the bear tooth
Animatronic tapeworm raid germinate random tantrum
So I twitch every time the "feed me, Seymour" farmers plant one
Serve me silly or work with me, no grey area
Burden me filthy or kill me, murder me quickly
Hack me to ribbons and serve me with grits to the sickly
Tack me to the menu with the all-you-can-eat entries
As I watch with a laminated iris, mother fuck the leeches and contaminated sidekicks
Mother fuck the bleachers where they seat the bacon hybrids
Mother fuck that sacred virus squirming through the hi jinks
Bounce to the scarlet carpet bomb boombox noise activators
Sat with the fat lady and voodoo magic maker
Said "Homie do your thing", said "Homegirl let him do his thing
When i give the signal, i want you to stay fat and sing"
Seven! (Where the fuck is the weed?)
Seven, you got the weed?
Yo, is the weed here?
Seven...
Anchor, I want you to "beat Seven down"
Yeah, no problem, let’s get this record started alright?
[Verse 1: Aesop Rock]
Sitting on the bus, three nickels and a Walkman
High as fuck, loopy cadet, bent stupor out the bullpen
Flexing with the fulcrum, but (what)
Not quite enough, cause if the non-factor met bad posture my little zone combusts
The driver hates his job
I can tell by the way he keeps saying "I hate this fucking job" to every civilian that boards
I'm just happy the academy lets roaches ride the NTA
Cause i got a full glass with an otherwise empty day
Citizen culprits aim for the plug jesus freak lectures
But it's like "Homie, I can't hear you", park the traffic tryin' to sharpen up the bear tooth
Animatronic tapeworm raid germinate random tantrum
So I twitch every time the "feed me, Seymour" farmers plant one
Serve me silly or work with me, no grey area
Burden me filthy or kill me, murder me quickly
Hack me to ribbons and serve me with grits to the sickly
Tack me to the menu with the all-you-can-eat entries
As I watch with a laminated iris, mother fuck the leeches and contaminated sidekicks
Mother fuck the bleachers where they seat the bacon hybrids
Mother fuck that sacred virus squirming through the hi jinks
Bounce to the scarlet carpet bomb boombox noise activators
Sat with the fat lady and voodoo magic maker
Said "Homie do your thing", said "Homegirl let him do his thing
When i give the signal, i want you to stay fat and sing"
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