Wake Up Call

Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeet up! [Aesop Rock] Wake up, wake up Ayo Percee P, it's time to wake these kids up [Percee P] Word up Aesop Rock, they'd better take their fingers off Pause and hit record [Aesop Rock] Is you fat cats or lab rats? Trails to my steppin got em sweatin flashbacks I played a part of minesweeper, plunking sneakers in my sunken city Defunct, and apparently examinin' famine, I'm a Volatile strobe while your blind spot swallows the globe Sink through the track and think back When I was a boy I employed styles exhausted By every lost child at present Normally I drill pillars of normalcy You're cordially invited to accompany me In rotation of the tables to label the opposition As I choose, refusing to evolve with the cold Rapidly dissolved my involvement in a solvent of soul and roll back Brain trip the Beta weights trap for the slaughter Like livestock infected with anthrax On my call a pack or clan snaps, collapsed was the mandatory maze Where the bluest ribbons yeilded glory days Desire on the opposite circuit and glorious days Is glorious hazes of gray spun through my array of operation Slave to idiot box revalations And wrapped tightly in a practice with my colleagues and slackers 20,000 league nappers and the swelling increases Once the mortar hit the pestal your whole vessel fell to pieces And I laughed, I laughed for me and my starving art family I laughed tangibly, your failures ampin me to vamp fresh My mic stabs white flags in drags, trembling Devil skin-wearers through the terrors of compliance Once the day turns night, senoritas suck the woody like termites And wonder how they got labeled dick-hungry damsels in distress The all new and improved poetically portable Aesop Rock Available in stores with my, highly suggested parental discretion In 99 brilliant new dimentions [Percee P] I'm not your average man bragging, toe or hand tagging 50 grand bagging, pants sagging, trigger nigga on the bandwagon Huh, I know this nigga named Rickey his girl Nikki want to get with me Says "Stick me just a quickie, lick me and leave a hickie" I stick instead of tricking bread in this chickenheads One look and said I ain't shit in bed, she must be licking lead You'd better let your gods recognize the Rhyme Inspector hides And never sweat them lies about me haters check your eyes One verse, lung burst, as I done first Guns, slums, hearse don't stun Perce, where I'm from's worse (sucker) My new cuts are hot, bodies chewed up a lot Then flew up the block to a cipher, blew up the spot Stacks of rhymes, ain't a match for mines, tracks and shine Leave you back in time in a ?beeler? still ain't at my prime I'm a stab your face in, trial and shit is wild I turn the dial, niggas stealing my style I should file for reparations "Aesop Rock" "Percee P" *scratched til fade*