Aesop Rock - Catacomb Kids Lyrics






I was a dark, dumb student
No hooky rookie day trippin' on visions of chickens that look like R. Crumb drew 'em
They grew 'em in a royal dirt of Suffolk county's flooring with the blood of an alcoholic clergyman in his forearms
Long Island was porn stars and puppies pushin' sniffles
Fit into the aforementioned or slipped through the pinholes
'Zook slipped through the pinholes
Crispy the godsender who thunk over a quarter plunk to local Mortal Kom vender
Both the formal squad censor
Look down
Either side across the marsh before it was "Awesome cars!"
My calling card Calvary cooking an '85 Dodge Ares
Gas for Huntington and back, barely
Equipped with Super-Soakers full of piss and an uncanny knack for constantly upsetting pigs by doing stupid shit
The kid ... his ring king dummies to King Kullen, where he hollered "Fuck the world" from a parking lot in the suburbs
(What's this?)
A couple spray cans and a little litter but they'd look at us like swindlers with them Ricky Kasso jitters
So fuck 'em, a glutton sunk into the alley for props
But things will still go bump when them halogens pop
Believe
I'll be there when it happens
The shakin' of the plates off the mantle
The snakin' of the flames off the candle
The lady of the lake off the answers
Admitting the mistakes to their deplaning cadavers
Now it's "Rest in Peace" Will Peterson whose heater sung disturbingly to further re-evaluate your beast of burden's urgency
Damn, doggy
Good times, thanks
I wrote your name in wet cement by the corporate banks.

(What's this?)
I'm an activator
Made a fire, made a wheel, made a snack for later
Catacomb kids cuddle up fantastic labor
When the towns be freak sleep
Trap the traitor
He will ask for papers
(What's this?)
Say I'm an activator
Made a roof, made a weapon, made a flag per acre
By the snotty little nuzzle of a latch-key neighbor
When the folk push aggie over some dap with ʻgators
He will catch the vapors

Couple Playboy mudflaps and hell on his heels
Beautifully echoed in the pace at which he shoveled his meals
Like not a farmer among us had a harvest survive the winter
So dinner split a lima bean and triplets, pick a winner
Took a couple summers pukin' pills behind the dumpster
As the largest pez dispenser on record recouped his numbers
One shoe in the soupy gutter
One shoe in the velvet heaven?
Where the mermaids Harlem Shakin' by a lake of melted weapons
(What's this?)
You could dance purty with the hooligan nation
Who will be patiently awaiting zoo-keeper facelift?
Extra
The days of yore painted similar uber-ape shit
We've merely updated the ancient 8-bit
Yeah
I'm dumber than a cow on a roof in a flood
Who's not as dumb as the watered-down beef from the burgers that jumped
I'm dumber than a Taz on a beach chair with a martini
Who's not as dumb as the tat wit the same scenery
Sparky nails pig stigmata for all good sport
Garbage pail kids unite at the mall food court
They chase cheese fries with Binaca
They had shut the school down early
There were bombs inside the lockers
No concept of the problem
We responded like a snow day
It was clobber shit to flotsam
'Till the cops said it was okay
Okay
Show the squadrons back into their boxes like his Breakfast Club of hotheads show no progress to the doctors
And I walk into the office, coughin' awfully at their often
Flood a parking meter fever, knucle up for Love and Rockets
It was rain of the razor laser
Day of the cloudy howdy
Flight of the shelter melter
You can bow without me

Knock 'em out the box, Ace





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  1. G.... M....

    I was a dark, dumb student, no hooky rookie
    Day tripping on visions of chickens that look like R. Crumb drew em
    They grew em in a royal dirt of Suffolk County's
    Flooring with the blood of an alcoholic clergyman in his forearms
    Long Island was porn stars and puppies pushing sniffles
    Fit into the aforementioned or slipped through the pinholes
    Zook slipped through the pinholes
    Crispy the God sender
    Who thunk over a quarter plunk to local Mortal Kom vender
    Both the formal squad censor, look down
    Either side across the marsh before it was awesome cars
    My calling card cavalry cooking an '85 Dodge Ares
    Gas for Huntington and back barely
    Equipped with Super-Soakers full of piss
    And an uncanny knack for constantly upsetting pigs by doing stupid shit
    The kid piloted his ring king dummies to King Kullen
    Where he hollered fuck the world from a parking lot in the suburbs
    What's this
    A couple spray cans and a little litter
    But they'd look at us like swindlers with them Ricky Kasso jitters
    So fuck em, a glutton sunk into the alley for props
    But things will still go bump when them halogens pop
    Believe I'll be there when it happens
    The shaking of the plates off the mantle
    The snaking of the flames off the candle
    The lady of the lake off the answers
    Admitting the mistakes to their deplaning cadavers
    Now it's rest in peace Will Peterson whose heater sung disturbingly to
    Further re-evaluate your beast of burden's urgency
    Damn doggy, good times, thanks
    I wrote your name in wet cement by the Brooklyn Banks
    What's this

    I'm an activator
    Made a fire, made a wheel, made a snack for later
    Catacomb kids cuddle up and test the flavor
    When the towns speed freaks sleep
    Trap the traitor, he will ask for papers
    Say I'm an activator
    Made a roof, made a weapon, made a flag per acre
    By the snotty little muzzle of a latch-key neighbor
    When the folk push aggie over some dap with gators
    He will catch the vapors

    Couple Playboy mudflaps and hell on his heels
    Beautifully echoed in the pace at which he shovel his meals
    Like not a farmer among us had a harvest survive the winter
    So dinner split a lima bean in triplets, pick a winner
    Took a couple summers puking pills behind the dumpster
    As the largest Pez dispenser on record recouped his numbers
    One shoe in the soupy gutter
    One shoe in the velvet heaven
    Where the mermaids told him shake em by the lake of melted weapons
    What's this
    You could dance purty with the hooligan nation
    Who will be patiently awaiting zoo-keeper facelift
    Extra the days of yore painted similar uber-ape shit
    We've merely updated the ancient 8-bit
    Yeah I'm dumber than a cow on a roof in a flood
    Who's not as dumb as the watered-down beef from the burgers that jumped
    I'm dumber than a Taz on a beach chair with a martini
    Who's not as dumb as the tat wit the same scenery
    What's this
    Sparky nails pig stigmata for all good sport
    Garbage pail kids unite at the mall food court
    They chase cheese fries with Binaca
    They had shut the school down early
    There were bombs inside the lockers
    No concept of the problem
    We responded like a snow day
    It was clobber shit to flotsam
    Til the cops said it was okay
    Okay show the squadrons back into their boxes
    Like his Breakfast Club of hotheads show no progress to the doctors
    And I walk into the office, coughing awful ether often
    Flood a parking meter fever, knuckle up for Love and Rockets
    It was reign of the razor laser
    Day of the cloudy howdy
    Flight of the shelter melter
    You can bow without me
    What's this

    I'm an activator
    Made a fire, made a wheel, made a snack for later
    Catacomb kids cuddle up and test the flavor
    When the towns speed freaks sleep
    Trap the traitor, he will ask for papers
    Say I'm an activator
    Made a roof, made a weapon, made a flag per acre
    By the snotty little muzzle of a latch-key neighbor
    When the folk push aggie over some dap with gators
    He will catch the vapors

  2. v.... ....

    I was a dark, dumb student
    No hooky rookie day trippin' on visions of chickens that look like R. Crumb drew 'em
    They grew 'em in a royal dirt of Suffolk county's flooring with the blood of an alcoholic clergyman in his forearms
    Long Island was porn stars and puppies pushin' sniffles
    Fit into the aforementioned or slipped through the pinholes
    'Zook slipped through the pinholes
    Crispy the godsender who thunk over a quarter plunk to local Mortal Kom vender
    Both the formal squad censor
    Look down
    Either side across the marsh before it was "Awesome cars!"
    My calling card Calvary cooking an '85 Dodge Ares
    Gas for Huntington and back, barely
    Equipped with Super-Soakers full of piss and an uncanny knack for constantly upsetting pigs by doing stupid shit
    The kid ... his ring king dummies to King Kullen, where he hollered "Fuck the world" from a parking lot in the suburbs
    (What's this?)
    A couple spray cans and a little litter but they'd look at us like swindlers with them Ricky Kasso jitters
    So fuck 'em, a glutton sunk into the alley for props
    But things will still go bump when them halogens pop
    Believe
    I'll be there when it happens
    The shakin' of the plates off the mantle
    The snakin' of the flames off the candle
    The lady of the lake off the answers
    Admitting the mistakes to their deplaning cadavers
    Now it's "Rest in Peace" Will Peterson whose heater sung disturbingly to further re-evaluate your beast of burden's urgency
    Damn, doggy
    Good times, thanks
    I wrote your name in wet cement by the corporate banks.

    (What's this?)
    I'm an activator
    Made a fire, made a wheel, made a snack for later
    Catacomb kids cuddle up fantastic labor
    When the towns be freak sleep
    Trap the traitor
    He will ask for papers
    (What's this?)
    Say I'm an activator
    Made a roof, made a weapon, made a flag per acre
    By the snotty little nuzzle of a latch-key neighbor
    When the folk push aggie over some dap with ʻgators
    He will catch the vapors

    Couple Playboy mudflaps and hell on his heels
    Beautifully echoed in the pace at which he shoveled his meals
    Like not a farmer among us had a harvest survive the winter
    So dinner split a lima bean and triplets, pick a winner
    Took a couple summers pukin' pills behind the dumpster
    As the largest pez dispenser on record recouped his numbers
    One shoe in the soupy gutter
    One shoe in the velvet heaven?
    Where the mermaids Harlem Shakin' by a lake of melted weapons
    (What's this?)
    You could dance purty with the hooligan nation
    Who will be patiently awaiting zoo-keeper facelift?
    Extra
    The days of yore painted similar uber-ape shit
    We've merely updated the ancient 8-bit
    Yeah
    I'm dumber than a cow on a roof in a flood
    Who's not as dumb as the watered-down beef from the burgers that jumped
    I'm dumber than a Taz on a beach chair with a martini
    Who's not as dumb as the tat wit the same scenery
    Sparky nails pig stigmata for all good sport
    Garbage pail kids unite at the mall food court
    They chase cheese fries with Binaca
    They had shut the school down early
    There were bombs inside the lockers
    No concept of the problem
    We responded like a snow day
    It was clobber shit to flotsam
    'Till the cops said it was okay
    Okay
    Show the squadrons back into their boxes like his Breakfast Club of hotheads show no progress to the doctors
    And I walk into the office, coughin' awfully at their often
    Flood a parking meter fever, knucle up for Love and Rockets
    It was rain of the razor laser
    Day of the cloudy howdy
    Flight of the shelter melter
    You can bow without me

    Knock 'em out the box, Ace

  3. D.... F....

    This is street as fuck

  4. C.... L....

    Wassup switch😘

  5. B.... T....

    say you love satan

  6. C.... L....

    I was a dark, dumb student
    No hooky rookie day trippin' on visions of chickens that look like R. Crumb drew 'em
    They grew 'em in a royal dirt of Suffolk county's flooring with the blood of an alcoholic clergyman in his forearms
    Long Island was porn stars and puppies pushin' sniffles
    Fit into the aforementioned or slipped through the pinholes
    'Zook slipped through the pinholes
    Crispy the godsender who thunk over a quarter plunk to local Mortal Kom vender
    Both the formal squad censor
    Look down
    Either side across the marsh before it was "Awesome cars!"
    My calling card Calvary cooking an '85 Dodge Ares
    Gas for Huntington and back, barely
    Equipped with Super-Soakers full of piss and an uncanny knack for constantly upsetting pigs by doing stupid shit
    The kid ... his ring king dummies to King Kullen, where he hollered "Fuck the world" from a parking lot in the suburbs
    (What's this?)
    A couple spray cans and a little litter but they'd look at us like swindlers with them Ricky Kasso jitters
    So fuck 'em, a glutton sunk into the alley for props
    But things will still go bump when them halogens pop
    Believe
    I'll be there when it happens
    The shakin' of the plates off the mantle
    The snakin' of the flames off the candle
    The lady of the lake off the answers
    Admitting the mistakes to their deplaning cadavers
    Now it's "Rest in Peace" Will Peterson whose heater sung disturbingly to further re-evaluate your beast of burden's urgency
    Damn, doggy
    Good times, thanks
    I wrote your name in wet cement by the corporate banks.

    (What's this?)
    I'm an activator
    Made a fire, made a wheel, made a snack for later
    Catacomb kids cuddle up fantastic labor
    When the towns be freak sleep
    Trap the traitor
    He will ask for papers
    (What's this?)
    Say I'm an activator
    Made a roof, made a weapon, made a flag per acre
    By the snotty little nuzzle of a latch-key neighbor
    When the folk push aggie over some dap with ʻgators
    He will catch the vapors

    Couple Playboy mudflaps and hell on his heels
    Beautifully echoed in the pace at which he shoveled his meals
    Like not a farmer among us had a harvest survive the winter
    So dinner split a lima bean and triplets, pick a winner
    Took a couple summers pukin' pills behind the dumpster
    As the largest pez dispenser on record recouped his numbers
    One shoe in the soupy gutter
    One shoe in the velvet heaven?
    Where the mermaids Harlem Shakin' by a lake of melted weapons
    (What's this?)
    You could dance purty with the hooligan nation
    Who will be patiently awaiting zoo-keeper facelift?
    Extra
    The days of yore painted similar uber-ape shit
    We've merely updated the ancient 8-bit
    Yeah
    I'm dumber than a cow on a roof in a flood
    Who's not as dumb as the watered-down beef from the burgers that jumped
    I'm dumber than a Taz on a beach chair with a martini
    Who's not as dumb as the tat wit the same scenery
    Sparky nails pig stigmata for all good sport
    Garbage pail kids unite at the mall food court
    They chase cheese fries with Binaca
    They had shut the school down early
    There were bombs inside the lockers
    No concept of the problem
    We responded like a snow day
    It was clobber shit to flotsam
    'Till the cops said it was okay
    Okay
    Show the squadrons back into their boxes like his Breakfast Club of hotheads show no progress to the doctors
    And I walk into the office, coughin' awfully at their often
    Flood a parking meter fever, knucle up for Love and Rockets
    It was rain of the razor laser
    Day of the cloudy howdy
    Flight of the shelter melter
    You can bow without me

    Knock 'em out the box, Ace

  7. D.... L....

    Aint no way a human being can be this diverse.

  8. T.... ....

    Came here after the Acid King single dropped just to make sure that I wasn't going crazy.

  9. m.... c....

    Part of why im not dead

  10. N.... A....

    Yeeeeeeeeeeeeee

  11. C.... ....

    shoutzzz to mah kids

  12. J.... G....

    KNOCK  EM OUT AES

  13. D.... R....

    the tallest pez dispenser on record.....

  14. O.... ....

    "Knock em' out the box Rick"

    O.... ....

    It's either im missing something, or you dont realize it's "knock them out the box AES"

    O.... ....

    @rekdoman It's a reference to Slick Rick's Children's Story (he ends the song with the exact same verses)

    O.... ....

    Oh, thanks.

  15. R.... b....

    I was looking for the game "catacomb kids".
    Well,this was interesting,im going now....

    R.... b....

    But aes rock is so good...

  16. R.... B....

    Respect from Brazil to one of the illest! Keep it up, Aesop! 👊

  17. A.... E....

    let's go back here again!!

  18. V.... V....

    this album just reminded me why i listen to hiphop

  19. b.... ....

    inspiration

  20. T.... ....

    Phenomenal

  21. Y.... A....

    Came here bc of odesza

  22. W.... M....

    This shit is fire yo

  23. P.... M....

    anyone else hear that Slick Rick reference?

  24. M.... P....

    2nd verse is incredible

  25. V.... S....

    Aesop Rock is the best thing that happened to music. Forever and ever.

    V.... S....

    @Être Fictif he's a top 2 lyricist of all music so...

    V.... S....

    Yeah he's not top 2. Slug from Atmosphere is the only close contender but Aesop takes the top spot because he's drugs

  26. M.... ....

    Knock em out the box Aes!

  27. E.... A....

    this song is so great even my wife (who does not speak English, we live in Mexico) asks me every time to play this tune.

    E.... A....

    Ernesto Alejandro Good music has no language, but your wife surely has good taste tho

  28. A.... M....

    As a long island resident (centereach) this is all ture

    A.... M....

    LI rep!

  29. L.... w....

    someone call the fire department

  30. J.... C....

    This album is amazing i listen to the whole thing one or two times a day every day

  31. A.... M....

    THIS IS SO RAWWWW
    W

    A.... M....

    +Andrew Menendez on the contrary, I'd say it's thoroughly refined :D

    A.... M....

    @Stefan G not mutually exclusive

  32. j.... ....

    One of the best tracks out there right now

  33. S.... S....

    Holy SHIT this is epic...