Aesop Rock - Boombox Lyrics




Raw, I'm going to give it to you
With no trivia
Raw like that Aesop rock iron-fisted blissed felicia
While bent funny bone grown community
Spit a thousand m-1 ripples to cripple the continuity
Tap water builds character
Right I irrigate it straight to mainline
You want to do the same? Fine
These pretty profit grommet teams solidify the clot to slippery city salt piston pump drain
But hold those incredible console with the Russian roulette baboon spin-off
Where everyday a thousand strangers pray for empty chambers
One-sixth buckle
Five Sixths sweat bullets trying to keep it subtle
But I'll get you (I'm going to get you)
Wobbly rope bridge
Broke inches tired of dry land
But duck skull stepping-stones suit the mix-down well
Well, when the rumor spreads that y'all stupid
I'll be the cat with guilty look on face and shirt that reads: I didn't do it!
Is it on, is it beyond basic
Does it ice grill you or is every song faceless?
Does it have a title? If didn't would you name it?
Does it babble about nothing like a drunken atheist?
We could run that Or' Wells '84 war
For the room 1 on 1 z-tour
Till he try and fidgets with his or her own work spear specifics
Swerve around the cobra kisses
See if the venom overloads this vision
I'm going to suck the poison out and spit it
Stole my sneakers but your features never fit in
Servers you right for trying to walk a mile outside your limits
I'm going to tiptoe across this yo-yo string
Until you walk the dog out from under my feet and skip town, sit down

[Chorus]
It goes boom boom boom
Boombox

Earth to a-r vertical burden has increased at an alarming rate
This is down a point
Murder up, glee down and still falling
Still crawling out of bed at 2 on Saturdays
Came this blind soldier-burning confessional
Ease back; let a heart thump echo normalcy for 10
Let the back burner boiling point descend
I race the derby in the first heat (strike personal)
Strike personal space with the most utterly putrid version of grace
Spit the gimmick, sit and fidget
While we try and jump through hoops
Like Coney Island freak show midgets
Want to be a fighter pilot
Driving that childish early Wright brothers experiment
Prototypic model fossil
Sit and sweat bullets on a console
Busting accidental dirt bike donuts
Outside the most ridiculous poison tongue brain silo
Dead before the chubby decry ton conquered the high note
School by the cruel intention inventions pensive sideshow
See contrary to popular certainty
I alone advance without an earthly poem
And dance on a handful of zoning fans
Holding every chance to own the land I roam
With dome in hands
Truly be its only camper happy with the scrap heap
See I convinced myself it's on
Therefore it is and the melody settles
Beneath the fact that I'm just spitting for these kids
I tried to get them all open
And once I quit and said I didn't care
That's when they all threw their hands up in the air

[Chorus]
It goes boom boom boom
Boombox





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  1. ScienceofSpeed

    (Verse 1)
    Raw, I'mma give it to ya, no trivia
    Raw like that Aesop rock iron-fisted bliss militia
    A bent funny bone, drone community
    Spit a thousand and one ripples to cripple the continuity
    Tapwater builds character. Right
    I irrigate it straight to mainline
    You want to do the same? Fine
    These pretty profit grommet teams solidify to clot the slippery city sump piston pump drain
    Behold "Old King Credible". Kind soul with a Russian-roulette bad mood spin-off
    Where every day, a thousand strangers pray for empty chambers
    One sixth buckle
    Five sixths sweat bullets trying to keep it subtle
    But I'll get you (I'mma get at you)
    My novelty, wobbly rope bridge broke inches prior to dry land
    But duck skull stepping-stones suit the mix down well
    Well, when the rumor spreads that y'all stupid
    I'll be the cat with guilty look on face and shirt that reads, "I didn't do it"
    God, is it on? Is it beyond basic?
    Does it ice-grill you? Or is every song faceless?
    Does it have a title? If it didn't would you name it?
    Does it babble about nothing like a drunk atheist?
    We could run that Orwell's '84 warp for the Room 101 detour
    Until each client fidgets with his or her own worst fear specifics
    Swerve around the cobra kisses
    See if the venom overloads this vision, I'mma suck the poison out and spit it
    Stole my sneakers but your feet just never fit in
    Serves you right for trying to walk a mile outside your limits
    I'mma tiptoe across this yo-yo string
    Until you walk the dog out from under my feet and skip town, sit down

    (Hook)
    It goes boom boom boom (x4)
    Boombox (x4)
    C'mon

    (Sample: C-Rayz Walz)
    I originate with the drums

    (Verse 2)
    Earth to A.R. vertical
    Burden has increased at an alarming rate
    Bliss is down a point, murder up, glee down, and still falling
    Still crawling out of bed at 2 on Saturdays came this blind soldier-burning confessional
    Ease back, let a heart thump echo normalcy for 10
    Let the back burner boiling point descend
    I race the derby in the first heat (strike personal)
    Strike personal space with a most utterly putrid version of grace
    Spit the gimmick, sit and fidget wild
    In five you'll be jumping through hoops like Coney Island freak show midgets
    Want to be a fighter pilot?
    Driving that childish early Wright Brothers experiment prototypic model fossil
    Sitting sweating bullets on a console
    Busting accidental dirt bike donuts outside the most ridiculous poison tongue brain silo
    Dead before the chubby debutante conquered the high note
    Schooled by the cruel intention invention's pensive sideshow
    See contrary to popular certainty, I alone advance
    Without an earthly poem, and dance on a handful of zoning fans
    Combing every chance to own the land, I roam with dome in hand
    And truly be its only camper happy with the scrap heap
    See I convince myself it's on, therefore it is
    And the melody settles beneath the fact that I'm just spitting for these kids
    I tried to get 'em all open, and once I quit and said I didn't care
    That's when they all threw their hands in the air **
    Aesop rock (the GOAT) - Boombox

    **(Ironically, as soon as Aesop finally stopped caring about fans & recognition, he finally blew up.)

  2. Scott Goulet

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  3. John Jones

    you should post them in your comments.... in text

    Sollux Captor

    https://genius.com/Aesop-rock-boombox-lyrics

  4. Neshmicc

    This song didn't work in the torrent I downloaded, so I had to come here.

    John Jones

    You might want to try a better tracker.... aka this is no longer the world of napster kazaa limewire vuze et al.... try using tixiti and tor....

    SickBoy666100

    Me too!!! It was replaced by some other shit

    DTG

    simple, yout.com there you go bud

    doban

    same it was replaced with someone else’s song

  5. Sean Brennan

    raw like cocaine straight from bolivia

    Mason Pagnotta

    +Sean Brennan my hip hop will rock and shock the nation like the emancipation proclamation

  6. endlessxdrone

    It's great, I love Orwell so much

  7. b4zook4tooth

    there are lots of 1984 and some animal farm references in his music.same with el p on fantastic damage.

  8. endlessxdrone

    Love the George Orwell: 1984, reference at 1:26. It is when Winston is in the ministry of love and is being "re-wired".