Numb (To The Guns) - Aesop Rock

What’d I miss?

900 cc’s of the raw in one fist

The bum’s dumb blitz

Order in the court where the mortars jump bricks

Everybody, lung on the table, this point counterpoint

Aesop has the murkiest, yet he numb out the prowler oint (uh)

And after bubblegum, he sink into the sofa

Clicker to pilot his broadcasted choice of cobra (hissssss)

The venom remains the same game of stale toxins

Camo’d with the now ornamental satellite options

Whatever’s good I got this grave half dug (true)

But Yani covering taps to make the pain worse than it was (nooo)

Playin marbles (playin marbles)

Hit by a bus (hit by a bus)

Death is sweet (death is sweet)

Hell sucks, sucker

Damien probably wishin I’d donate a fuck

But this shit’s chiller than any conversation I’ve had in months

The iron fang drew 'em all loopy (real loopy)

So when he extended the hand the planet’s Kujo’s went Snoopy

In perfect synocaption, burnt to crispy critters

Like synchronized swimmers in boric rivers

Mmmm, poor soaked critters

Lick chop dig-in, who dares lick a shot at pigeons?

Why I oughta (Vast get em!)

He surfs city circuits for the power and the glory

To the cowards in the quarry you will always blink before me

Its Doc Roc full-effect, campfire stories

Like I «Threw Your Momma From the Train» to try to front on «Porkies»

He finds the garbage more inspiring than the good stuff (right)

His ink sleeps while the military look tough

Look, im sorry, crooked priority list

But Mr. USA-up-all-night's blackened heart already skips

I’m 'bout to crash this bitch to hibernate

Tell Wolf Blitzer holler at his boy when he hosts «Blind Date»

It goes spit on CNN and force the war back through the cable box

Where M1's are like stage props aimed at latest names dropped

So now he ignorant, right?

(right)

No, he just accepts the inevitable apocalyptic syllabus

Sing along, Zooka dies of chemical poison, and watch 'em

Bring it on

Dag nabbit, that cat’s faster

I dead opinions and swap it out for the urges

Of a serpent tryin to stuff it in the jam before the curtains

He’s numb to the guns, thanks to the tank cams

Glued to the box like the opposites will shake hands

Enough hell for the world’s hand baskets

Enough cells for the world’s hand captured

Numb to the guns, now he touch buttons that’ll re-route imagery

Yes dawg, he recognize the history

Yes dawg, he recognize the misery

But switch for element of surprise and demise

From m-16's or disco and hula-hoops

Murder the fads before the fads murder you and yours

Me and mine find T&A on TNT

Pleasin' to the iris more than TNT on DNA

Morbid but important, I know, stop

Mork porked Mindy in this episode, watch

POW be buzzin by the rumbling cannons and less amateurs, bystander analyst

Went through the «Holy fuckin' shit I’m gonna die» phase

Now it’s «Well, I’m gonna die, let’s get this barn’s sides raised»

So when they ask what’s your opinion on the war?

I tell 'em «War sucks donkey dick.

What’s the Knicks' score?»

Maybe it’s his allergies, no horns and pitchforks (umm, umm)

Dusk muskrat (uhmm) eleven tusk jab (uhmm)

Elegant bloodbath, leggin it, egg 'em on

Television preg-a-nant and medicine is born

Get a mean doubt, community duel glazed over blank white sockets

Lookin for a heavy seven richter to shiver the crocs right up out they options

Novacaine, bloodwork, spoon though the Lochness

Hostage, no shame, suck the fear out his muck

So when the nozzles hit his nostrils

He don’t give a fuck

After all, it’s just like on TV around the clock

The thorns are real and anger management is not

He’s numb to the guns, thanks to the tank cams

Glued to the box like the opposites will shake hands

Enough hell for the world’s hand baskets

Enough cells for the world’s hand captured

Numb to the guns, now he touch buttons that’ll re-route imagery

Yes dawg, he recognize the history

Yes dawg, he recognize the misery

But switch for element of surprise and demise