Environmental Studies

[Verse 1: Homeboy Sandman] 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 fulla 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! [Verse 2: Aesop Rock] 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 [Hook: 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… [Verse 3: Homeboy Sandman] I’ma burn rubber on your cue I’m rubber and your glue When there’s no signal to call truce Real living ain’t much different from cartoons Oh brother, good gracious, and gadzooks (Listen) God willing your top billing ain’t past due Amigo lose the ego if it need to be stroked This month’s flavor of the month is, hickory smoked Come on over spend a moment wit the nomad while he packin light Tricked into identifying things that didn’t happen right There’s another zit from wishing that I could go back in time and fix the things that make me lose my appetite That’s about American as apple pie Questioning the sample size Pupil’s peeled for something miniscule that I could amplify Hey stranger would you like to be my friend? Thinking that you’re like me though will likely be my end Then again [Hook] [Verse 4: Aesop Rock] I was on stilts trying to build with angels You were crying over spills at the children's table There there, never been a shill for the shameful He mainly, chills, laying bricks on his Grayskul Even if it kills him, pissed off, quit the pills I don't sip what the system sells I'm in the distance, tied to a cartoon rocket Death proof, dressed like an art school project Walk on the wild side, smile and a swamp hat Low-fi pro invoke trial by combat Ah, mile-high Aes say grace over Wattstax Aim for the gong or the conman I’m an odd one, I’m a crazy 8 Call top bunk, do the stanky leg Gather ‘round and watch a rabble rouser radiate Radio invaders breaking atoms at the Steak and Shake [Hook] 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…