Rock the Convoy - Rob Sonic, Aesop Rock

Anyone alive wanna stop by my cage?

Fill me full of pills and give me chills, pop and shades

Drive me to thinkin', drink the Gil shot and chase

Get down with acid tablets and distilled model paste

Anyone at all wanna answer the bell?

I got the Bible and the vacuums and lanyards as well

Razors and the two ways and some van timing belts

Magic kits and cabbage kids with cancer to sell

Anybody outside wanna stop by the store

Get me some sleep, refreshment and some Budweiser quarts

Don’t forget the pantyhose and sun visors for

The money in the safe and the gun by the door

Anybody with time wanna ??

Passing by me salty and my staff’s not a joke

Fire in the hole and my mask kinda smoked

You can see the sharks are kinda hungry through the glass bottom boat

Anyone who rolls wanna throw me the dice?

When the big money companies are closed weekend nights

We can rummage through the garbage and get both free advice

On how to fuck the world up and get groceries at price

Anybody who can try to get me some work

Cause I look for something better but my friends found it first

Tie dyed toking in the trend flowered shirt

Turn the children into army men with pretend howitzers

Anyone who knows you should show me the way

To the white light deacons and the freak motor cage

If I don’t receive my halo when I reach golden gates

Then I’ll fly with the Red Barons when I breach outer space

Anyone inside can you break me apart?

Take me to your leader and then make me a mark

A notch in the belt, melt a piece by the park

When I’m burning down the house, fuck it deep fry the funk

My eyelids are poised

My ears are on boys

C.B. squelching with lexicon noise

I started on to Rome and I’m just beyond Troy

So don’t start no trouble or rock the convoy

Oh no no no

Oh no no no

OH no no no

Oh no no no

Zoomin' through the Apple when I roll with the top down

??

quiet driver, stop now

Thanks for the memories, kennel fees and lock downs

It’s not that I don’t like you I’m just not good with names

This is just insane but there’s pit falling back

The arms that caught me once have all been ripped off and packed

Ghetto copped a plea to the tea pot black

And how many of us here work like dogs everyday

This is just the way we build machines for the war

And when the time has come they be like, «Please order more»

Sellin' death to the house, why should they scream door to door?

I’d rather leave here awkward than to not walk away

Anyone ??

as I’m sittin' on the dock like Guantanamo Bay

Simon start to mingle while cops fiddle play

While I’m chained to my bad for my hospital stay