Big Bang Lyrics - Aesop Rock

Well, so we meet again 

(He said he's grown spiritually since the last time) 

Ok, this is the dawning of the book of bitter aspects 

Where the jackals sit and watch the pedigods last flesh 

Poison functions accompanied by six armorclad 

Black horse and buggy mechanism 

Tucked the portion of my severed vision 

The gathering of loose ends in a bucket 

Wit a shoestring budget 

Every man's got a field to plow (I know that now) 

But it's like, man I really can't afford the oxen 

Fee fie etcetera 

I smell the warm blood of the bill collector knockin 

I get awkwardly sturdy with a frigid liquid backbone 

I get swept in the pressure cooker tryin to paddle back home 

I get sprung with a vibrant alliance of clean intention 

By eclipsing doom midigons hatched to bash these picket fences 

Now I'll attend the wedding of the open sore and festering 

Now when the groom presents the ring 

The bride commence to blistering 

This textbook magnificently prude 

Prototype king beserker module 

Inserted vertical thirst, burst horizontal 

Treasure (treasure), loose cannons span the starboard bow of 

The clippership dipped in truth famine pressure 

Cabin fever meter pegging ludicrous 

Beautiful cartoon trooper swallow Buddha futility with a teaspoon full of sugar 

I rock ready aim fire, when ya'll rock ready fire aim 

Then blame the stationary target while the prey escapes the frame 

Merit badge marksman, or poacher, it's all the same 

So I lay across the wood perpendicular to the grain 

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(Chorus) 

I wanna be a big bang, gotta be 

Never bottle me up in a probably, I wanna see or hear a 'Yes sir, 

sir' 

YES SIR! 

Thorn with a torn core, sore to the bone 

Warn the other brothers I was born forlorn 

Big bang, shoveling a big dig 

Huddle in a tunnel of big dreams, I think big things 

I'm a burn with this little light of mine 

And a prime concern to earn thanks, I'm a be a big bang 

*repeat except 1st line is 'I wanna be a big bang, gotta be'* 

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I'm just a survivor of the wooly mammoth population 

Bottle neck effect, sorta born deaf 

Alien of shallow alchemy 

If you gon' metamorph the basemetal to precious 

Might as well steal from the rich, bewitch the pesants 

I'm floating the homing pigeon out hell's kitchen window 

Left an SOS infested bottle nested in his grip so 

With a prayer circle release party and hardy wild bellow 

I observed him fly ten feet then drop the bottles to the 

devils 

Fertile circle turn fertile crescent via bad investment 

Despised every second, but I GUESS I LEARNED MY LESSON! 

If I made an angel in the snow for every rotting victim 

There'd be wings to float this mothership up out the goblin 

system 

Sticky panoramic contaminant planet 

In conjunction with phantom assumption 

Gutterbug alumnus candidates 

Well, I promise you I'll man the lighthouse 

Just to help guide in your ship 

If you promise to help pull this hook out my lip (bitch) 

Godspeed, straitjacket and ragged approach 

To circle suns via folklore pollutants to rhyme strictly 

From a BC generation disgust 

Community movement alluding to a 

'No blood given, no recognition' 

Life matter, I was us up all night with a rusty hammer 

Trying to build a fence around these magic beans my dreams have 

gathered 

But uh, that certain lack of avail 

I sail a choppy lot with bouancy like a bucket of rocks (a 

bucket of rocks) 

Chorus 2x 

Big bang, bi-big bang 

It's gettin bigger by the second 

Check it 

Ok, I'm here to rock the tugboat and bid the others farewell 

I shook the buddy system wisdom till the similars repel 

I sell a barrel of spirit to dummy dimwit syndicate jackals 

I'm broken arrow to the f**kin bone (broken poem) 

I don't really believe in God 

But God, I'm scared to death of God 

I swear to God, I never meant to spill the beans 

Nor tear the Pod 

It's like I hike an acre unimpressed 

And slept on the sabre's edge 

Enough times to splice anti-Christ's favorite pledge 

I wanna know myself 

Sorta solo sheep amidst wolves 

And still my shepherd can't administer the proper push and pulls 

I push the ghouls to man overboard 

Pull the bulls onto my sword 

And buckle down in a corner chair with a round table floor 

Got an angel on my left shoulder, a devil on the polar 

Got a mug of frigid, got a mug of solar, sliiidde over 

The recipe's design unplug the appetite for continuity 

By stitching together an esteemed congruence (beautifully) 

I peel back hearts and lodge Greek physics in the chambers 

Cauterized the wounded heads like 'Gimme gimme something 

major' 

Road side prophetic, ascend well 

Enveloped in a mummy ribbon system 

Blistering in a wishing well 

BIG BANG!