Aesop Rock - Babies With Guns Lyrics






Radio check check
Video check check
This is how the city-folk and mole-people connect-nect
Somebody warped the message, tried to pass it to the next next
Data-perforated counties making you upset-set

Harvest all Brand-X Clark Kents to worm food
Carbon heart, buried his nozzle in fossil marker art
Pardon, cadaver had a legitimate pulse
And littered volts all over the village where the skittish pigeons molt
Bastard polter-gasps when the pigeon with Lazarus billy-goat whiskers
He roasted sea-salt in the open blisters
But blind anarchy slips through the cracks
See naked martyrs with Bubblelicious on fishing rods itching to pull it back
With that organic invention incubated to have some [?] to make it through
[?] on paper now, a lot of details later
And lot of crews will taper out
A wooly mayor souse, who [?] happy shooting at the bladed mouth
Bazooka Tooth zoo-keep the paper route with janky funds and favors
Cradled by twelve empty Zelda heart containers
Man, it's freezing in this brick bitch, winter forever
Like Punxatawny Phil found with his four furry wrists severed
I walk face-first through the sex, drugs, and church
With wild things that make Maurice Sendak question his early works
But no hostages, no promises
Out the clock corporate constant sprockets
Now clocked-off grommets
Running from a rabid ring-wraith click basilisk
Serpentine, in and out of traffic jam and murder scenes
Scrub blood of the AF-152, pick up first degrees
Some toddlers smuggled Tommy guns and crack into the nurseries
Dog, there's a fucking baby at the door asking for wallets (yeah?)
And those ain't twin Beanie Babies inside his pockets (nope!)
2010 sonograms showed the Magnum formed directly out the fetus
Evolution for the young killer convenience

Radio check check
Video check check
This is how the city-folk and mole-people connect-nect
Somebody warped the message, tried to pass it to the next next
Data-perforated counties making you upset-set

Magazine check check
Paper route check check
This is how the hermit and the busy bee connect-nect
Somebody's losing track of their flesh-and-bloods and arrests-rests
Polka-dotted landscapes, what did you expect-pect?

Now a-days, even the babies got guns
Diaper snipers having clock-tower fun
Misplace the bottle, might catch a bad one
Have a mid-life crisis when you're ten years young

If this Jesus piece around your neck is bigger than your pistol
It makes homicide okie-dokie and your god will forgive you
Just show the saints at Heaven's gate you should be on the list
"I heard he overlooks manslaughter for a tattooed crucifix"
Twisty, fishy, contradicty, wild animal ship fleet
Off the sliding board dock of the Mr. Turtle pool mom bought
Somewhere they laminate dry bones and cool water and ease medulla
After you thumb-suck and diaper-change get burped and shoot the school up
I'd do it too, but only to exploit no-brainers
Teenager beef passed alligator teeth and extra-curricular flagpole scrapping
Amongst tadpoles that have yellow backbones
De-mechanism brought airborne shrapnel scraps to hassle captains
By the itchy index of an umbilically-garped fraggle baby
Fragile maybe, you think?
Chopped shop and a mislead, maladjustee trustee locked box
Hiding clips that light the sky in seconds
like newly communal hop-scotch gives them leverage
Cut them with mortars while I mumble
in the immortal slang of mushmouth for the anti-led Nirvana
I used to think I'd get hit by a bus or something dumb and dumber
That or bust the slugs plugged by the newest kiddie thug wonder
Self-victim kings who rep a wide pride dosage
For tomorrow the holsters are bound to outnumber the roaches
I'm not a coach
But that won't even jolt the immobile
when global terrorism's all the rage and folk get smoked local
Block, if you need me (yeah?)
I had to bounce to DC (yeah?)
To bullet-proof mom's flower garden before the war cheats me (yeah?)
If I'm not back in a week tell the crew I said "peace" and lay low
Strays don't vacate slow

Radio check check
Video check check
This is how the city-folk and mole-people connect-nect
Somebody warped the message, tried to pass it to the next next
Data-perforated counties making you upset-set

Magazine check check
New flash check check
This is how the hermit and the busy bee connect-nect
Somebody's losing track of their flesh-and-bloods and arrests-rests
Polka-dotted landscapes, what did you expect-pect?

Now a-days, even the babies got guns
Diaper snipers having clock-tower fun
Misplace the bottle, might catch a bad one
Have a mid-life crisis when you're ten years young

Aboard the battleship grey sky
The day I got the phone call Jam Master Jay died
So now I'll probably never write another "Daylight"
Because the stingers [?] into the portable hay-rides
It adds it up when a pioneer fall, in comparison to your 99 bottle of beer wall
There's banana peels in your hamster wheels, hand cannons in your shoebox, please
Mine's got Adidas, rest in peace





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  1. L.... F....

    Great remix!

  2. C.... L....

    Aesop is so hawt right now

  3. p.... ....

    It's amazing to me how great Aesop is when he actually has a nice beat behind him.

  4. W.... A....

    This is a great remix

  5. S.... ....

    After releasing Bazooka Tooth, Ace released a double album named Build Your Own Bazooka Tooth, with all the acapellas and instrumentals. The person who made EP did a good use of this.

  6. L.... ....

    Dude... Sick

  7. A.... ....

    lyrics
    Radio check check
    Video check check
    This is how the city-folk and mole-people connect-nect
    Somebody warped the message, tried to pass it to the next next
    Data-perforated counties making you upset-set

    Harvest all Brand-X Clark Kents to worm food
    Carbon heart, buried his nozzle in fossil marker art
    Pardon, cadaver had a legitimate pulse
    And littered volts all over the village where the skittish pigeons molt
    Bastard polter-gasps when the pigeon with Lazarus billy-goat whiskers
    He roasted sea-salt in the open blisters
    But blind anarchy slips through the cracks
    See naked martyrs with Bubblelicious on fishing rods itching to pull it back
    With that organic invention incubated to have some [?] to make it through
    [?] on paper now, a lot of details later
    And lot of crews will taper out
    A wooly mayor souse, who [?] happy shooting at the bladed mouth
    Bazooka Tooth zoo-keep the paper route with janky funds and favors
    Cradled by twelve empty Zelda heart containers
    Man, it's freezing in this brick bitch, winter forever
    Like Punxatawny Phil found with his four furry wrists severed
    I walk face-first through the sex, drugs, and church
    With wild things that make Maurice Sendak question his early works
    But no hostages, no promises
    Out the clock corporate constant sprockets
    Now clocked-off grommets
    Running from a rabid ring-wraith click basilisk
    Serpentine, in and out of traffic jam and murder scenes
    Scrub blood of the AF-152, pick up first degrees
    Some toddlers smuggled Tommy guns and crack into the nurseries
    Dog, there's a fucking baby at the door asking for wallets (yeah?)
    And those ain't twin Beanie Babies inside his pockets (nope!)
    2010 sonograms showed the Magnum formed directly out the fetus
    Evolution for the young killer convenience

    Radio check check
    Video check check
    This is how the city-folk and mole-people connect-nect
    Somebody warped the message, tried to pass it to the next next
    Data-perforated counties making you upset-set

    Magazine check check
    Paper route check check
    This is how the hermit and the busy bee connect-nect
    Somebody's losing track of their flesh-and-bloods and arrests-rests
    Polka-dotted landscapes, what did you expect-pect?

    Now a-days, even the babies got guns
    Diaper snipers having clock-tower fun
    Misplace the bottle, might catch a bad one
    Have a mid-life crisis when you're ten years young

    If this Jesus piece around your neck is bigger than your pistol
    It makes homicide okie-dokie and your god will forgive you
    Just show the saints at Heaven's gate you should be on the list
    "I heard he overlooks manslaughter for a tattooed crucifix"
    Twisty, fishy, contradicty, wild animal ship fleet
    Off the sliding board dock of the Mr. Turtle pool mom bought
    Somewhere they laminate dry bones and cool water and ease medulla
    After you thumb-suck and diaper-change get burped and shoot the school up
    I'd do it too, but only to exploit no-brainers
    Teenager beef passed alligator teeth and extra-curricular flagpole scrapping
    Amongst tadpoles that have yellow backbones
    De-mechanism brought airborne shrapnel scraps to hassle captains
    By the itchy index of an umbilically-garped fraggle baby
    Fragile maybe, you think?
    Chopped shop and a mislead, maladjustee trustee locked box
    Hiding clips that light the sky in seconds
    like newly communal hop-scotch gives them leverage
    Cut them with mortars while I mumble
    in the immortal slang of mushmouth for the anti-led Nirvana
    I used to think I'd get hit by a bus or something dumb and dumber
    That or bust the slugs plugged by the newest kiddie thug wonder
    Self-victim kings who rep a wide pride dosage
    For tomorrow the holsters are bound to outnumber the roaches
    I'm not a coach
    But that won't even jolt the immobile
    when global terrorism's all the rage and folk get smoked local
    Block, if you need me (yeah?)
    I had to bounce to DC (yeah?)
    To bullet-proof mom's flower garden before the war cheats me (yeah?)
    If I'm not back in a week tell the crew I said "peace" and lay low
    Strays don't vacate slow

    Radio check check
    Video check check
    This is how the city-folk and mole-people connect-nect
    Somebody warped the message, tried to pass it to the next next
    Data-perforated counties making you upset-set

    Magazine check check
    New flash check check
    This is how the hermit and the busy bee connect-nect
    Somebody's losing track of their flesh-and-bloods and arrests-rests
    Polka-dotted landscapes, what did you expect-pect?

    Now a-days, even the babies got guns
    Diaper snipers having clock-tower fun
    Misplace the bottle, might catch a bad one
    Have a mid-life crisis when you're ten years young

    Aboard the battleship grey sky
    The day I got the phone call Jam Master Jay died
    So now I'll probably never write another "Daylight"
    Because the stingers [?] into the portable hay-rides
    It adds it up when a pioneer fall, in comparison to your 99 bottle of beer wall
    There's banana peels in your hamster wheels, hand cannons in your shoebox, please
    Mine's got Adidas, rest in peace

  8. E.... ....

    really well done.

  9. W.... D....

    Still here

  10. S.... F....

    Holy shit great mix

  11. B.... D....

    portishead bae

  12. T.... ....

    is it just me or do the lyrics feel so much deeper and more intence to this beat? ... this beat just feels so right for this

  13. e.... ....

    https://pudding.cool/2017/02/vocabulary/index.html

  14. T.... E....

    This is tight.

  15. T.... L....

    Portishead Bristol UK ...

  16. J.... H....

    Dooooope!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  17. n.... ....

    a true lyricyst.

  18. w.... L....

    Love this

  19. B.... ....

    I feel like Ace would never flow like this on this beat.

    B.... ....

    I feel the same but I enjoy the interpretation of it. Brings a different feel and vibe

  20. e.... ....

    This song sounds so much sadder with this beat...

  21. C.... ....

    That was fucking beautiful.

  22. J.... P....

    Aesop saves me every time. Real talk.

    J.... P....

    check out Aesop rock feat b.o.b beast mode..produced by Digi Hendrix 3000...duuuuurty,,

  23. B.... T....

    No hostages
    No promises

  24. G.... ....

    well done!

  25. J.... ....

    If I'm not back in a week tell the crew I said "Peace."

    ...and lay low...

  26. R.... H....

    it has a few really good tracks,,,,but have you heard all the bazooka works remixes of that album? There's like four or 5 bazooka works records and they're all TERRIBLE, the original's still the best one, so, sadly that's not sayin much for aesop....you also gotta realize he was hospitalized for mental problems, was suicidal then came back released this, and then moved to rhymesayers.....so I think he rushed it under contract, but you gotta cut him a break

  27. D.... K....

    he was on a lot of acid during that time period. plus a lot of stress and traumatic experiences.

  28. L.... C....

    Best rapper to ever live imo

  29. R.... A....

    Insane. Bazook Tooth was his worst album, for beats not lyrics. Idk what drugs he was on but no bueno.

  30. F.... ....

    oh shit. this happened?

    F.... ....

    Fallenskate069 x

  31. J.... ....

    I'm getting chills listening to this.

  32. D.... K....

    Dare say this is better than the original.

  33. F.... A....

    Prosperity or Facemelter are some of my favs. check them out if you have the time <3

  34. M.... M....

    Aesop Rock is way to underrated, he needs a million views in every video of his :3

  35. i.... M....

    vocal is to heavy for me, contrasts with the track. for me anyways.

  36. T.... ....

    This is WAY too SICK!! Props!!

  37. j.... ....

    @DCSTUBZ that is obviously based off of opinion.

    I have Float and Fast Cars much higher, but that to is based off of opinion.

    From Pitchfork:
    None Shall Pass 7.5
    Fast Cars, Danger, Fire and Knives 7.9
    Labor Days 8.7
    Bazooka Tooth 8.2

  38. B.... ....

    Pshhhhh.. do you even know who blockhead is? You don't know about beats..

  39. D.... ....

    Better than most of the beats on that album but still doesn't make it a good song. Probably his worst album.
    1. Labor Days
    2. None Shall Pass
    3. Music for Earthworms
    4. Float
    5. Fast Cars, Danger, Fire & Knives
    6. Appleseed
    7. Bazooka Tooth

  40. W.... ....

    The sickest remix I've heard of either of them. And they're combined.

    Well done.

  41. M.... M....

    I would like to hear Portishead mixed a little more equally with the beats, I do like it. Allways wanted to hear a DJ mix Tool - Sober, Portishead - Mysterions, and Aesop Rock - Easy...

  42. t.... w....

    i have to agree. it's cool how aesop and portishead blend so well. this is by far the best voice over beat (whatever you call it) remix i've heard thus far.

  43. c.... ....

    I was surprised. Shit works well.

  44. M.... ....

    This track is fuckin fyaaah

  45. T.... ....

    love me sum Aesop :)

  46. A.... Q....

    Damn Son!!!!!