ZZZ Top - Aesop Rock

Somebody in a cultivated moment of distress

Composed themselves enough to artfully carve «Zoso» in his desk

They was probably thinking «fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!»

in they head

With a hell bound arm in a acidy wash

Homemade curfew a thousand o’clock

And the pot leaf tattoo his friend did drunk

Like a badge of mystique though it technically sucked

Taking the name of the father in vain

On the way to the blade in his locker

Estranged

A switch he lifted from a sibling’s skivvy drawer

Who’d branched off into ninja stars

And never knew his shit was sharked to

Here with a higher purpose

And a prime alert to juvenile berserkers

Like Crocea Mors in a arcade drop claw

Gouging a valentine for Miss Othmar

Watch

Capital Zed, slowly maneuver the O

S is the most difficult to control

Finally O

Into the eye of Goliath you go

That levy crushin' percussion’ll pull the monkey upright

Twelve or ghetto blaster

Black or technicolor telecaster

Lecture at a faster rate than class was making them develop backwards

It would appear you spelled out all the answers

When they ask how you, feeling you, tell em you, feeling like

Something important died screaming, you, tell em you, feeling like

Something even more important arrived breathing, something you should probably

try feeding

When they ask how you, living you, tell em you, living like

Something important died hissing, you, tell em you, living like

Something even more important arrived giving

Something you should probably try willing

(alright, same here)

Somebody in a cultivated moment of distrust

Composed themselves enough to magic-marker «Zulu» on these chucks

They was tryin to do the buckle font from ‘Renegades of Funk‘

In a 3d frame of exploding brick

And whiz-lines for the locally motion sick

Beyond gross but evoked a host of «oh dip»

Where a social neurosis owned the whole strip

Heart of a cat with a lark in his mouth

In the marrow of waiting his guardians out

Flashlight

Chisel tips

Milked venom

Pistol grip

Images relocated from milled vellum to scissor kick

Silent agreement at hand

King of the hill for a queen of the damned

She in the doorway seething began

«That clean white pair had a 3-year plan»

Oops

Capital «ZED» Radical «U» in the cut

Truly to beautiful «L"oser it up «U» and he done

Collateral damage a future alum that key to Shambala

Planet rocking Bambaata

Sample chop

Churning out a cancer for the vandal squad

Analog

And he finds

Animated colors on a page

Like synthesized cultures on a stage

When they ask how you, feeling you, tell em you, feeling like

Something important died screaming, you, tell em you, feeling like

Something even more important arrived breathing, something you should probably

try feeding

When they as how you, living you, tell em you, living like

Something important died hissing, you, tell em you, living like

Something even more important arrived giving

Something you should probably try willing

(alright, same here)

Somebody in a cultivated moment of resolve

Composed themselves enough to publicize «the Zeros» in this stall

They was scoping every dog and pony previously scrawled

With a festering hate for the gum drop edge

‘Disco sucks' tee, punk‘s not dead

But a transient teen unsung godsend

Via 3 bar chords and a mugshot grin

(Cheese!)

Sign of a runaway tone in the face of authority, thumbing it’s nose

Cutting it’s teeth

Pretzled up in special order vinyl, and

Birds that dip their belts in little metal porcupine quills

2 dutch at a show in the front, low-key to the can

For a smoke and a fuck, Trixie, fixing her lipstick up

When his mitts got bit by the mischief bug

Snatch

Capital «zed», terrible «e» in vermillion red

Gimme an «R», «O» and a slippery «s»

Over a web of the shittiest bands

That beat your heart out

Never bleeped your favorite parts out from a learned curve

Of bird fingers bursting out of germs burns

Urgently

Offered through the circuits of an earlier plot

I’ll see you at the bottom ZZZ top