Battery Lyrics - Singles - Aesop Rock

(Aesop Rock) 

Yo change the fuckin channel 

I burn a ((Aesop Rock: Coma|coma)) candle 

When the flame fades, consider my flatline a soldier's sample 

We them cats talkin noise behind that New York trash heap 

Where the stench of commuter briefcase replaces a bad sleep 

And it's, worker zig-zaggers versus piggy badge flashers 

Training Generation Fallout 

Waterfall bricklayer pincushion crawl out 

There's smoke in my iris 

But I painted a sunny day on the insides of my eyelids 

So I'm ready now (What you ready for?) 

I'm ready for life in this city 

And my wings have grown almost enough to lift me 

I'm a dinosaur with Jones Beach in my hourglass 

Passing the time with serial killer coloringbooks and bags of marbles 

Don't tell me you ain't the droid that held the match to the charcoals 

Don't tell me Lucifer and God don't carpool 

(This is our school) 

I'm not trying to graduate to life with a personalized barstool 

Head in a jar on the desk, feet dangling in a shark pool 

(Man please) Man please 

My name stands for my being 

And my being stands for the woman who stood 

And braved the storm to raise this seedling 

(Brother, sun, sister, moon, mother beautiful) 

Yeah middle sibling suitable but far from son of excellence 

Back in a long time ago, I was the way the wishers wish 

But missers miss, I slept through my appointment 

Saw the liquid dreams of a thousand babies solidify 

And picked the rose that wilted 

The second I introduced myself as Nervous 

Well it appears the scars of learning have spoken 

Some are burning, some are frozen 

Some deserve tall tales, some have wrote them 

Some are just a brutal repercussion of devotion 

Mine are all of the above cuz everything leads to erosion 

Now where I live there's a homeless man 

He sits upon a crate 

He makes a rusty trumpet sound like the music that angels make 

Now if you ever come and visit me, I suggest you watch the show 

Tell him Aesop Rock sent ya just to hear his horn blow like this 

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*Horn samples* 

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(Aesop Rock) 

And I ain't getting any younger 

My knuckles wear their bruises well 

I've yet to lose that hunger 

But only time can tell 

Prodigal Son with a prodigal wish to sew that prodigal stitch 

And crucify bigot voodoo doll on two popsicle sticks 

See your name is Ambiguity 

My name is something hands can't hold 

But hearts part ocean scapes just to watch the starlet unfold 

It's like sketching a circle in the dirt with a pointed stick 

Knowing the wind'll kill it some day, still it calms my burning wits for now 

And if I plow the fields that don't guarantee plentiful harvest 

But starving artists die, I set my alarm for five o'clock 

Idols block survival crops the cycle stops for nothing 

The Bible's carp revivalist winos flock by the hundreds 

To the opening, scarlet carpets greeting their duel 

Leading the stubborn mule to cruel rugburn 

But y'all numb from gut fuel 

I administer eclipse, there ain't no motor like a martyr-made motor 

Cuz a martyr-made motor don't quit 

I am an epiphany, I am webbed-foot mammal 

Channel surfing my way to the top 

Tugboat in a bottle 

With no holes poked in the nozzle 

I fed em bedlam diluted in limelight 

Till that rookie boogie graduated hostile 

And the vehicle is grandeur and it veered over the median 

The second my halo ran outta helium 

Demoted to thorn crown, damn talk about numbskull 

I was born bound to a stencil called symmetry 

But my energy's a rental 

So I take this now to say 

Thank you senorita for holding a flame to a lost wick 

Thank you James Anthony for the band-aids on my ego 

Y'all are family for life 

I'll take that bullet to preserve you 

I wanna be something spectacular 

On the day the sun runs outta batteries 

Attach my fashion to the casualties of anarchy 

Save my nickels up to buy that homeless man a brand new horn 

Then sit up on his crate as a witness to beauty born like this 

(I ain't gettin any younger) 

*Horn samples to end*