Air Pegasus

[Produced by Blockhead] [Verse 1: Open Mike Eagle] Look one day I won't even need a barber I'll buy a new jeep and sleep in a pizza parlor Every cheap cigar is the best they could probably do Limited resources plus other hobbies too Imagine bad guys tied to fire wagons Also apple pies and spies and sky dragons Sociopaths choke who they supposed to hug Midnight vultures love appropriating culture clubs I like one clean tape fuck the overdub And then I record seventeen singing parts Deep yoga love supposed to be a secret art Downward dog, hips straight with the feet apart Still the beating heart rebuilt the leaning part Cheap thrilled, feet build and kill with a cuisinart The prodigal done is home from the lecture tour I count three, who's the fourth table setting for? [Sample] [Verse 2: MarQ Spekt] They saying Spekt, why you chewin' like a rabid dog? If he can't keep it what the hell you let him have it for? That's your fault but y'already lack the gravitas These phantom bars leave 'em floating like the planet Mars A saboteur and booby traps throughout the catalogue Stab 'em in the stomach, lift the blade and twist the handle off Yeah, then leave some munchies for the weed heads I like it better when y'all listen more, speak less The look in her eyes will tell you that she eat fresh Murdered the punani feeling guiltier than G-Dep That's why they see em, he won't even give 'em a look Casting lines off that rusty old fisherman hook Kind of shocked they fell for the newest trick in the book 'Cuz it ain't really nothing more than a considerate jux From a good polite kid who used a mask and a gun Told his pops you only out to get that capital one Ain't mean to kill him, we was just having some fun Found his body vacuum sealed like a package of drugs Praise a nimrod, when he blast immaculate slugs And showed no honor for your honor turn his back to the judge That's why they stay being ugly and repugnant I almost beat 'em half to death with a drumstick Save your assumptions, they really ain't want shit And keep it hard as three pretty mouths on one dick [Sample] [Verse 3: Aesop Rock] He got the beetles in his pinky Every leader venal The face line ate, I ain't street legal Lead a pale horse in a ear tag some deer ticks A winged horse to a queen's air strip, flares lit Cut his own hair, chew his own chain Might bang on a bucket with a lucite cane Screws loose, quicker than a pit crew up fish news Eighty-eight with a eighty-six feud[?] Litter in the street, tricky slither in the mildew Swamp thing, chop chop Terra Nova mosh king POP go his temper, knock knock the fenders Peck bound plots under cosmic embers I'm a hot mess get your squad sequestered Dock death, sleep on a bed of hot cobwebs Freak with a set of goth potheads Bleed rocks and fail smog checks [Sample]