Aesop Rock - The Greatest Pac-Man Victory In History

[Chorus]


Get up to get down now


Get up to get down now (like this)


Get up to get down now (like this)


Get up to get down now (alright)


I don't wanna do it anymore


Couldn't do it if I tried, wouldn't do it if I wanted it





Hey


I don't wanna do it anymore


Couldn't do it if I tried...





[Verse 1]


Okay


The moments were subtle but unstolen and guess who owns them


No friendly, non-threatening corporate lacky mucks in the totem


Lucy was in the sky with diamonds


Five dollars to hold them


The summer beneath these Pac-Man's with acid behind his molars


Little white tab hollering, little white flag waggling


Inorganic pat on back, trim the panic flat on backer


Back to back like Mad Hatter magic


Rabid mastif collaborative


Splatter bachelor fabric fatter with Cabbage Patch lit


(Dark days)


Banded Louie-Louie


(Park blades)


Chemically bent-up but eager to crash for that one, two, three repeater


Good morning Vietnam


Whose couch is this, whose house is this, who are you down with bitch?


I'm sorry, dog, I dreamt the foulest shit


There was this rabid foot talismen drowning out of my armspan


What's fouler was the other farmhands growing gills and shark fangs


What's fouler was my torso stripped to ribbons in the marshlands


But I'm up now


Let's get this window pane and shut the fuck down


Down by the river where the litter sits


And lionheart critters smoke dope and act like illiterates


I ran with a brat pack of loose bolts and high social maladjusties


Sacred, numb, and boundless went to same proto called cookie


Well, I was dummy to some when my tongue was cradled and my skin looks crazy


Pocketbook mirror, courtesy Amy


Spiders in the mattress, paisley sunglasses, dialing eyes green


Ice grill that could burn through your picture-in-picture widescreen


Poison late late show starring Aes and his jigsaw face


Twelve hour solid gold entertainment


Other shit to sell from other ships that sell they DD paper


(Space Invader)


This one's for the labor days worked for rent and rolling papers


Only the illest beats leak asbsurdly out the boombox


The daytripper anthem goes: "Wake. Drop. Walk to Aquarium."


Whistle while you work like a canary lung


All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy to carry drugs


I sorta see it as my last flash summer


Skateboards and sloppy psychedelics and big numbers


Good times, good people


All airbrushed on a collapsible easel


Peace man, easy





[Bridge]


And I knew the permanancy would drift


And I knew the ph balance wasn't right


And I knew the crash and burn, how to caress it


L.S.D. flashed the message


And I knew the gash wasn't gonna stop bleeding


And I knew the ph balance wasn't right


And I knew how September would then affect it


L.S.D.





[Verse 2]


Lazy summer days


Like some decrepit landshark dumbluck squad dog lurks sicker, deluded


Last sturdy domino leans secluded


Don't let stupid delusions lesson super-duty labor students


Dragnet lifer solutions


Daddy loves sloppy dimensions like son-daughter links


Such determinated leopards, successfully disshelved


Little soliders developed like serpents despite life sentence ducking


lemmings


Some don't like sobriety's dirty lenses


Some do let sleeping dogs lie still


Don't look so damn lackluster


Suck defeat


Love some damage, load sample delete


Late Show, Dave Letterman, shitty diner lip-slide dutch


Low self-discipline leader seek that lung self-destruct


Life sucks dickhead


Lost summer's display laminate showcasing divinity


Live system definitive


Liturgy soaked the pig lowly, spectactular delight


Why, what kind of L.S.D. you like?


Your lizard king has spoken (all hail)


You in the back, get them up, those trails are necessarily bumped


(Summertime)


Some'll try and recapture the same flag


But I played it smart and recognized the summertime passed





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