Aesop Rock - N.Y. Electric Lyrics




[Verse 1]
I cut the ropes, breathe fresh puddles of pigeon blood and smoke
Load bazooka, scope the culprit hulks over a broken hookah
Got rebel camps with siphons amped to cookie cut the wattage
Electric ilk NY raised on b-movie sluts and gossip
Condition the bodega rodent moment composure
To echo numb and uncommon, dumb monkey pollen
My 23's lean over a cobra motor milligram bender
Novelty, I tip lids prior to clipping the comradery
Check the muck out, When metal maggots burrow in Promised Land vein division
I tug my brim down over my stigmatism
Lo-pro, Paxil Rose, axel broke and butchered
Last catapult standing in a land of coke and hookers
It's King Kong potluck, no parking for rickshaw loads of sock puppets and sitcoms
Just Krylon pigs bred in a hot boxed wigwam
Serotonin deficient teens demonstrate ease in the modern day uzi purchase
The foundation of their alacrity makes the umis nervous
Me? Oh I check the newest murals to see whose still bombing this fucker
And um....respect, find out what it means to me
New York, walk blocks with electric ninjas who bark bounce for trunked out whips
Like my company Delorian's the shit
Skipper's out of happy pills again, he's in the neighbors garbage
He's making paper dolls decorated with targets
He's labeling the dolls with the names of shitty rap artists
Then tearing out the still beating heart from from the loose-leaf carcass
I ordered a hovercraft off the back page of an Archie comic
Built it in three days to float above snarky comments
My gills call the East River rock bottom home with three-eyed guppies and seahorse mutations
See New York is ancient Rome basic, basically stone faces
My friend jumped off the Empire State Building while I hung with 10th grade head cases
Some of them will blossom famous, some of them will blossom base heads
But they all rep rivets in the die-cast metal Voltron cadence, what!?

[Chorus]
N.Y. Electric, catalog, burners, pigs, magnums, crack, bag lady, roach bit, pristine kicks
Threading the iris of the needle. just for my people
Im'a thread the needlem just for my people
Breaker 1-9, 9-11-01 witness, maybe you don't get this

[Verse 2]
Kill 'em all slow, I was on a serious tree bender with my hands up at a C-Rayz-Walz show
Nether-citcuit bacon don't police me anymore, your trained professionals demonstrate
41 shots over par
Least common denominator raise truth like Charlie, Willy, and Gramps
Raise roofs in a glass
Wonkavator, monster maker
Operate wild by the company of unturned stones and litter
Talk his way out of a sunburn and be home in time for dinner
Paid dues since before the days of bad acid and Quaaludes
While the boombox talks trash to the richter
Stalking awkward with a zip lock on the pill hole
Bitter fucker, nothing is free, I'll spend my last dollar on me
Put one up for my family, should've made time to thank 'em
Put one up for my crew, for recognizing the sanctum
Put one up for the socially broke, choked and smokey
New York piss hiss bleed dolby, homey

[Chorus]





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Aesop Rock N.Y. Electric Comments
  1. vaylonmagicxi

    Verse 1]
    I cut the ropes, breathe fresh puddles of pigeon blood and smoke
    Load bazooka, scope the culprit hulks over a broken hookah
    Got rebel camps with siphons amped to cookie cut the wattage
    Electric ilk NY raised on b-movie sluts and gossip
    Condition the bodega rodent moment composure
    To echo numb and uncommon, dumb monkey pollen
    My 23's lean over a cobra motor milligram bender
    Novelty, I tip lids prior to clipping the comradery
    Check the muck out, When metal maggots burrow in Promised Land vein division
    I tug my brim down over my stigmatism
    Lo-pro, Paxil Rose, axel broke and butchered
    Last catapult standing in a land of coke and hookers
    It's King Kong potluck, no parking for rickshaw loads of sock puppets and sitcoms
    Just Krylon pigs bred in a hot boxed wigwam
    Serotonin deficient teens demonstrate ease in the modern day uzi purchase
    The foundation of their alacrity makes the umis nervous
    Me? Oh I check the newest murals to see whose still bombing this fucker
    And um....respect, find out what it means to me
    New York, walk blocks with electric ninjas who bark bounce for trunked out whips
    Like my company Delorian's the shit
    Skipper's out of happy pills again, he's in the neighbors garbage
    He's making paper dolls decorated with targets
    He's labeling the dolls with the names of shitty rap artists
    Then tearing out the still beating heart from from the loose-leaf carcass
    I ordered a hovercraft off the back page of an Archie comic
    Built it in three days to float above snarky comments
    My gills call the East River rock bottom home with three-eyed guppies and seahorse mutations
    See New York is ancient Rome basic, basically stone faces
    My friend jumped off the Empire State Building while I hung with 10th grade head cases
    Some of them will blossom famous, some of them will blossom base heads
    But they all rep rivets in the die-cast metal Voltron cadence, what!?

    [Chorus]
    N.Y. Electric, catalog, burners, pigs, magnums, crack, bag lady, roach bit, pristine kicks
    Threading the iris of the needle. just for my people
    Im'a thread the needlem just for my people
    Breaker 1-9, 9-11-01 witness, maybe you don't get this

    [Verse 2]
    Kill 'em all slow, I was on a serious tree bender with my hands up at a C-Rayz-Walz show
    Nether-citcuit bacon don't police me anymore, your trained professionals demonstrate
    41 shots over par
    Least common denominator raise truth like Charlie, Willy, and Gramps
    Raise roofs in a glass
    Wonkavator, monster maker
    Operate wild by the company of unturned stones and litter
    Talk his way out of a sunburn and be home in time for dinner
    Paid dues since before the days of bad acid and Quaaludes
    While the boombox talks trash to the richter
    Stalking awkward with a zip lock on the pill hole
    Bitter fucker, nothing is free, I'll spend my last dollar on me
    Put one up for my family, should've made time to thank 'em
    Put one up for my crew, for recognizing the sanctum
    Put one up for the socially broke, choked and smokey
    New York piss hiss bleed dolby, homey

  2. Google Lysander Spooner

    My gamertag on both PSN & XBL is FortyOneOverPar.
    STILL waiting for Aes to thank me with an autographed copy of this record...

  3. Ihsan ingersoll

    Is that da da da part *MAYBE* in reference to Eyedea’s Weird Side song? Idk just sounds kinda similar and I know they both were labeled on Rhymesayers

  4. Vincent H.

    Didn't El P produce this whole album?

    MrEpic7203

    900cats Man I wish that El would have produced an entire AR album before jux died. like we're talking about the best rapper ever and the best producer ever.

    jrcartwright21390

    Aesop produced all but 3 tracks; Blockhead produced "Cook it Up", "Babies with Guns", and "11:35/Ketamine U.S.A. Interlude".

    Weird Title

    You guys are all wrong...aesop rock produced all tracks except cook it up, babies with guns and 11:35 by blockhead and were famous by el-p

    Miles LeBlanc

    El P and Blockhead both produced this

    Carlito Johnson

    El-P is credited as "executive producer" of the album, but tracks were produced exactly as Wes T answered in the comments

  5. Mr. Bickle

    I'd just like to say before I shut down the block, that I still Aesop the fuck outta the rock...