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AESOP ROCK lyrics : "Boombox"

Raw, I'm going to give it to you
With no trivia
Raw like that Aesop rock iron-fisted blissed felicia

While bent funny bone grown community
Spit a thousand m-1 ripples to cripple the continuity
Tap water builds character

Right I irrigate it straight to mainline
You want to do the same? Fine
These pretty profit grommet teams solidify the clot to slippery city salt piston pump drain

But hold those incredible console with the Russian roulette baboon spin-off
Where everyday a thousand strangers pray for empty chambers
One-sixth buckle

Five Sixths sweat bullets trying to keep it subtle
But I'll get you (I'm going to get you)
Wobbly rope bridge

Broke inches tired of dry land
But duck skull stepping-stones suit the mix-down well
Well, when the rumor spreads that y'all stupid

I'll be the cat with guilty look on face and shirt that reads: I didn't do it!
Is it on, is it beyond basic
Does it ice grill you or is every song faceless?

Does it have a title? If didn't would you name it?
Does it babble about nothing like a drunken atheist?
We could run that Or' Wells '84 war

For the room 1 on 1 z-tour
Till he try and fidgets with his or her own work spear specifics
Swerve around the cobra kisses

See if the venom overloads this vision
I'm going to suck the poison out and spit it
Stole my sneakers but your features never fit in

Servers you right for trying to walk a mile outside your limits
I'm going to tiptoe across this yo-yo string
Until you walk the dog out from under my feet and skip town, sit down


[Chorus]
It goes boom boom boom

Boombox

Earth to a-r vertical burden has increased at an alarming rate

This is down a point
Murder up, glee down and still falling
Still crawling out of bed at 2 on Saturdays

Came this blind soldier-burning confessional
Ease back; let a heart thump echo normalcy for 10
Let the back burner boiling point descend

I race the derby in the first heat (strike personal)
Strike personal space with the most utterly putrid version of grace
Spit the gimmick, sit and fidget

While we try and jump through hoops
Like Coney Island freak show midgets
Want to be a fighter pilot

Driving that childish early Wright brothers experiment
Prototypic model fossil
Sit and sweat bullets on a console

Busting accidental dirt bike donuts
Outside the most ridiculous poison tongue brain silo
Dead before the chubby decry ton conquered the high note

School by the cruel intention inventions pensive sideshow
See contrary to popular certainty
I alone advance without an earthly poem

And dance on a handful of zoning fans
Holding every chance to own the land I roam
With dome in hands

Truly be its only camper happy with the scrap heap
See I convinced myself it's on
Therefore it is and the melody settles

Beneath the fact that I'm just spitting for these kids
I tried to get them all open
And once I quit and said I didn't care

That's when they all threw their hands up in the air

[Chorus]

It goes boom boom boom
Boombox

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