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Artist:Aesop Rock  Album:The Impossible Kid 

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Question: If I died in my apartment like a rat in a cage Would the neighbors smell the corpse before the cat ate my face? I used to floss the albatross like Daddy Kane with the chain I'm tryin' to jettison the ballast with the hazardous waste The kid is comfortably numb, routine a tedious crutch Steep in a self imposed Stockholm and Lima in flux Maybe an occupation popular with demons and ducks Made any mingling akin to being seasoned and stuffed It's a theatre of jumpin' jellyfish, jealous little sycophants Miserable and flimsy from the skippies to the pissy pants Each one seperately convinced They're sketching with Da Vinci's hands Delusion turned the communication to prison camp You fuckin' dorks ain't a threat to the cause There ain't a lesson we can learn from the ostensibly lost I think it's funny when defendants from identical haunts Step out the tempest A measure of what the spectrum involves Maybe no one cares, party over here, I'll be over there Don't need no help, all by myself I used to hang around with rappers at the root of the scene It meant a lot to feel the fugitive community breathe Maybe to sentimentalize is to be truly naive I know some shit about your heroes that you wouldn't believe I think we're all a bunch of weirdos on a quest to belong The songs are echolocation up in impregnable fog That's why it's odd to see a pile of imperfections and flaws Ascend a pedestal to patronize the rest of the cogs In a mess of obnoxious fantasy, posturing and pageantry I ain't even mad, I'm impressed, shit it's baffling

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