Reports of a Possible Kidnapping

[Intro] [Verse 1: Aesop Rock] Canaries in the coal mine drop Knock knock, squash bovine or find God I came to play the dozens with survivors of the autoclave Fungus that clung as the shiny hypodermics alternate Squirm out through the a/c in the office space spores Like coyotes descending over your rows of golden corn There’s more, when Mary Mary’s little lamb is one of three absorbed My friend, you are the pecking order’s whore Kshhht! Roger dodger, camp of the squalid contra The single cell is scissors walking the two dogs of Yama on the choke Scatter bacteria This is more than Darwin with its hooks in the books of the Magisterium Wore the blackest suit to pull up in the blackest chariot Everyone’s a virgin at the kraken cafeteria Jovial mosey or mope, zodiac, rosary or goats You too can be the next microbial host Over Odessa where the novas explode Pale pink moon waxing, purple hearts, marigold taxis Dubious credentials on the gypsy flipping vaccines Snake oils, tonics, the pathogens are adapting (Car… game on) Beta brain fog, strange days, palm face cards, make it rain frogs Fish eye on a cradle in a manger made of skulls With overkill to follow, I’m just one to change the bulb And exit over seven hundred fifty CCs of the murdered-out 5th and still shifting, jowls on the bounty hunt the who’s who Let the cozy overbite include you, hmmm… [Interlude] I need to get a message back home [Verse 2: El-P] You ever feel weak, tweaked, fleeting, pee piss bleeding Each clipped wing twitched easy? Sequence scenery: nuzzle of the beak buried deeply Bleak pitch screamed uneasy (peachy) Fleet move greasy, creep uncleanly Cadence diseases, strange arranged speaking Makers of the queasy, all detached reasoning Here to mash your fuck face fiendishly (Weathermen) Born batch lunacy, in fact rational truancy Half latched to truthy facts goonishly Patched back in to sad sap surrendering Extra-ordinary rendering, (remember me) Lurching gnarled heart snarling Borrowed from the Department of Redundancy Department, sign here Even obscene iridescently froze prose reside here A mean streak elite breed designs fear Nobody move nothing and nothing will get invasive I came from the lost excavated Breathe exhaust cloud, mmm favorite Creators of that "this is not my day" shit Disgrace on the dayshift, without a trace lost on debating it The tug job with razor claw pain kit Now with more bang by the facelift I used to give a hangnail's fuck about patience Now it’s just I see money, take it Funny how morality is changing, evolving, dissolving Disgrace is a mainstay, tragedy keeps calling Everyone that mattered to me somehow keeps falling Hooded creature knocking on my door I’m just stalling [Interlude] [Verse 3: Cage] Weapons made werewolf movies wake maybe What I am? White man out, wait, make me Watch and mock you sit and witness a magic symbol Like Washington Monument, a wondrous monotheistic compliment A milestone for variety, this transmission’s picked up on an ear On the same face that’s got an eye on me Two arms and a head, imagine we form with legs Sword a tail unsheathed to scorch the lens Sinner death awaits the taste of blood of good Innocent people, welcome to my brotherhood We’re biodegradable, widely relatable Though the soulless can’t walk, their heads are highly inflatable Eternity unattainable, rejected, burnt Out of the ground into the sky out of the sky into the dirt When everything you learned or admired is disconnected bring some wire Traverse the moat to combust your kingdom’s fire Peek and blink and sinking deep and distant Tongues hanging out like a dog from speaking different You can take the mark of the beast and take the mark of bees Gathering all our debt masters start to feast Why are we so hungry, insatiable useless codes Unfolding a pistol on a sheep in wolf’s clothes Animal farming, nothing’s alarming Sewage turned to drinking water calming, the calm before the bombing Something to anticipate, death, cool we’ll sit and wait Black clouds lingering singe skin then dissipate Bite me on the wrist I’ll still extend a hand Man has his fill of the world until Earth’s had its fill of man