Aesop Rock - Plastic Soldiers Lyrics




[Sample: Freestyle Fellowship - "Heavyweights" from "Innercity Griots"]
Style messiah, Hot like a volcano with fire

[Verse 1:]
The sound of silence versus the sound of War
Echo death shock-renegade
Crooked cynic tyrant
Your ignorant bias is my Goliath
Starving alliance seeps under the skin
The seven deadly sins
That seven elements of the malevolent
The relevance of
Graphic endeavours
Drastic measures took for defence
My secrets unfolds codes of conduct, raid
Blade runner, intima-dating figment in the minds of the malignant
Your opinion, not significant, bludgeon
Poetic potential draws dotted lines between hunter and hunted
Liquefied thoughts seep through the cracks in side-walks
Lieutenant cynic consist of anonymous all this seems famished
Vanished in gritty streets til' city seeks, sleep, head, rush
Scope, infra-red touched
Temple's the torment
Pressure point contact
Crush the dormant with missing links
Syncopate movement, Our troubled blockade ends but I'm blemished in the blueprint
Behold of the hideous
I'm assaulted by the anthems of the lesser
Concerned, I squinted through tinted pains of pressure
Transcend, backlash, jet black ink bleeds to breath abstract interpose passages
Database entries slip through the fingers, you're forgotten
A faceless figure shall put among an infinite citizens capital coward branded in the backbones of the stranded
As Ace's hungered for upper handed plan strategy: strike force
Pays quicken upon asphalt light source sun burst beams
A portrait of pillage
Multiple put-downs paint burn marks on perception
Indulge indefinite challenging chapters never before have human eyes looked upon
The unbearable weight
Contaminate little thieves
Heaves, breath, the last gasp
And I last grasp, but trace through your trickery, pinpointed
Technique cast on the fresh but it's now thickly anointed, vicious cycle
Ya'll spinnin if you tread before you think
The center of my web is pen and ink
It's the merciless, masquerade merging separate flows of music's martyrs
Threw my flag into the ground and claimed your land for starving artists
The masquerade merging separate flows of music's martyrs
Threw my flag into the ground and claimed your land for starving artists

[Sample x8: Freestyle Fellowship - "Heavyweights" from "Innercity Griots"]
Style messiah, Hot like a volcano with fire

[Sample: Mike Batt - "Zero Zero" from "Zero Zero"]
Dear Colleague
I am so very sorry that my son has made such an exhibition of himself with your daughter
It really does seem quite out of character
Although I have to admit it is quite funny
Of course he's really got into trouble with his supervisor
But I'm afraid he's only got himself to blame
It really...

[Verse 2:]
All I see is little plastic soldiers with little plastic holsters
Spit on plastic cultures belittled by sarcastic vulture swarms
Warning I'd skip your stepping stones down by the sea shore
It's that scarlet welcome carpet that I fiend for
My dreams spore schemes each more malicious than the pre-ceding
Red skies bleeding acid this is best inspired by your doubt
All through flood fire and drowning tied rapidly into humid winds
Lucid lens bend sigil spectrum's drippin' shades of rays I prayed for days lacking discolouring [?]
Bigots may seems to scare me I dissect voids my friend drawin' cranes with metal flanks [?]
Walkers cross Battlestars I travel far my radar flips
Eye of the storm following scraping my backbone
I try to spring clones leaving em like tendrils, that require,
More than a click-click five
While figments of malignant spine pleasuring quick to pigment puddles
Gathered in gutters
Type B-negative whirlpool
I swarm fool like you, poetically puncture
As still in dreams while empires fall apart

He a cyborg killing machine with wires in his heart
I'll never know of you
Emotion reads close encounters I run
The last classic example of a love of mic and sample
Trampled pride is resurrected with ample improvement motor movement mandatory
Not a question of should I
But I passively consumed the role casted by masters of supreme sources
Crafted by supreme forces
Seemingly dream catcher
Aesop Rock computer Hacker!
See you lack a dispatch to request back up
Collapsing scaffold mad pole crusher russian robot recruits
We shoot starving artists 'de trops' and intrude
I am waterfall
I'm excluding inaudible slaughter calls
Venomous survey calibrating mics for lurkin'

[Sample x8: Freestyle Fellowship - "Heavyweights" from "Innercity Griots"]
Style messiah, Hot like a volcano with fire

[Sample: Mike Batt - "Whispering Fools" from "Zero Zero"]
This young man is clearly a genetic throwback
He seems to be experiencing primeval urges and feelings which frankly
Unless we can terminate will contaminate others
And threaten entire structure of our society





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Aesop Rock Plastic Soldiers Comments
  1. vaylonmagicxi

    The sound of silence versus the sound of War
    Echo death shock-renegade
    Crooked cynic tyrant
    Your ignorant bias is my Goliath
    Starving alliance seeps under the skin
    The seven deadly sins
    That seven elements of the malevolent
    The relevance of
    Graphic endeavours
    Drastic measures took for defence
    My secrets unfolds codes of conduct, raid
    Blade runner, intima-dating figment in the minds of the malignant
    Your opinion, not significant, bludgeon
    Poetic potential draws dotted lines between hunter and hunted
    Liquefied thoughts seep through the cracks in side-walks
    Lieutenant cynic consist of anonymous all this seems famished
    Vanished in gritty streets til' city seeks, sleep, head, rush
    Scope, infra-red touched
    Temple's the torment
    Pressure point contact
    Crush the dormant with missing links
    Syncopate movement, Our troubled blockade ends but I'm blemished in the blueprint
    Behold of the hideous
    I'm assaulted by the anthems of the lesser
    Concerned, I squinted through tinted pains of pressure
    Transcend, backlash, jet black ink bleeds to breath abstract interpose passages
    Database entries slip through the fingers, you're forgotten
    A faceless figure shall put among an infinite citizens capital coward branded in the backbones of the stranded
    As Ace's hungered for upper handed plan strategy: strike force
    Pays quicken upon asphalt light source sun burst beams
    A portrait of pillage
    Multiple put-downs paint burn marks on perception
    Indulge indefinite challenging chapters never before have human eyes looked upon
    The unbearable weight
    Contaminate little thieves
    Heaves, breath, the last gasp
    And I last grasp, but trace through your trickery, pinpointed
    Technique cast on the fresh but it's now thickly anointed, vicious cycle
    Ya'll spinnin if you tread before you think
    The center of my web is pen and ink
    It's the merciless, masquerade merging separate flows of music's martyrs
    Threw my flag into the ground and claimed your land for starving artists
    The masquerade merging separate flows of music's martyrs
    Threw my flag into the ground and claimed your land for starving artists

    [Sample x8: Freestyle Fellowship - "Heavyweights" from "Innercity Griots"]
    Style messiah, Hot like a volcano with fire

    [Sample: Mike Batt - "Zero Zero" from "Zero Zero"]
    Dear Colleague
    I am so very sorry that my son has made such an exhibition of himself with your daughter
    It really does seem quite out of character
    Although I have to admit it is quite funny
    Of course he's really got into trouble with his supervisor
    But I'm afraid he's only got himself to blame
    It really...

    [Verse 2:]
    All I see is little plastic soldiers with little plastic holsters
    Spit on plastic cultures belittled by sarcastic vulture swarms
    Warning I'd skip your stepping stones down by the sea shore
    It's that scarlet welcome carpet that I fiend for
    My dreams spore schemes each more malicious than the pre-ceding
    Red skies bleeding acid this is best inspired by your doubt
    All through flood fire and drowning tied rapidly into humid winds
    Lucid lens bend sigil spectrum's drippin' shades of rays I prayed for days lacking discolouring [?]
    Bigots may seems to scare me I dissect voids my friend drawin' cranes with metal flanks [?]
    Walkers cross Battlestars I travel far my radar flips
    Eye of the storm following scraping my backbone
    I try to spring clones leaving em like tendrils, that require,
    More than a click-click five
    While figments of malignant spine pleasuring quick to pigment puddles
    Gathered in gutters
    Type B-negative whirlpool
    I swarm fool like you, poetically puncture
    As still in dreams while empires fall apart

    He a cyborg killing machine with wires in his heart
    I'll never know of you
    Emotion reads close encounters I run
    The last classic example of a love of mic and sample
    Trampled pride is resurrected with ample improvement motor movement mandatory
    Not a question of should I
    But I passively consumed the role casted by masters of supreme sources
    Crafted by supreme forces
    Seemingly dream catcher
    Aesop Rock computer Hacker!
    See you lack a dispatch to request back up
    Collapsing scaffold mad pole crusher russian robot recruits
    We shoot starving artists 'de trops' and intrude
    I am waterfall
    I'm excluding inaudible slaughter calls
    Venomous survey calibrating mics for lurkin'

  2. Trenten Peterson

    Just kills every second. Bar after bar! No one comes close to his talent or style.

  3. Maggie Mothe

    NOW THIS IS A STORY ALL ABOUT HOW

  4. J Paul G

    Your ignorance bias is my Goliath!

  5. J Paul G

    All I see little plastic soldiers, with little plastic holsters, spit on plastic cultures belittled by sarcastic vultures!!! HARD.....

    Manu GOATbili

    What does it mean? I feel really dumb? Is it that society is “dumb” and “followers”

  6. Elias De Leon

    this motherfucker still amazes since day one. saw him at rock the bells before it got hijacked by mainstream sell outs and the industry. real hip hopper 4 life.

  7. Elias De Leon

    this motherfucker still amazes since day one. saw him at rock the bells before it got hijacked by mainstream sell outs and the industry. real hip hopper 4 life.

  8. Justin Rosenschein

    and he fucking rips at skateboarding.

  9. Bazooka Tooth

    It's that scarlet carpet that I fein for.

  10. Bazooka Tooth

    It's called breath control

  11. James P

    spoon iodine on the hook, sample from freestyle fellowship Heavyweights round 1

  12. HITTAH H

    when you're aesop rock you don't need people to understand what you're saying

  13. anomalyluna

    If I ever made a movie... this would be the song playing in the opening scene of the movie.

  14. Resistor

    fckn poetry or science

  15. Matthew Brown

    Style messiah like a volcano we're phat

  16. Matthew Brown

    Remember the brain is the most complex computer on the planet...

  17. Le Certy

    It's Aesop rock, computer hacker. haha

  18. Nathan Bowles

    dial messiah like a volcano riff-raff

  19. mugurasrapmzk

    all you need to do is sing the song some many times you learn how to breathe so you can spit it at the same speed, happened to me with every song i took time to learn, i came to memorize about 12 songs word by word of aesop's songs listening to maybe max 30% of he's work and this man goes hard at it with every last breath and ... every song is something... spectacular

  20. Mityah

    What are you guys even talking about? You clearly hear every one of his pauses. Athletic rapping is not where he shines at all.. I mean it's cool that you give credit, but give it where it's due. Like his brain, grasping concepts out of thin air and turning them into rhymes. I just thought you were kinda on the wrong track here.

  21. CeastopherLeast

    He has gills so he can continue spitting nonstop. He grows the beard to hide them.

  22. Andy Moran

    3:11
    NUFF. FUCKIN. SAID.

  23. Andy Moran

    He legitimately never breaths. Ever. He's a monster.

  24. CeastopherLeast

    @Sherw0od He has gills.

  25. CeastopherLeast

    "The last classic example of a love for mic and sample, trampled pride is resurrected with ample improvement, motor movement mandatory." So much epic.

  26. SnoodDood

    I showed my friend Aesop, but he said he didn't like it because he wasn't ready. Imagine being so ill people have to build up to you.

  27. Karyl

    Must find the lyrics to this song. Surely someone has been able to figure it out.

  28. MegaMr909

    Aesop spits verses when theres no more lines left. all day

  29. CeastopherLeast

    It paints such a beautiful picture. This album = sex in my ears.

  30. Sherw0od

    When you`re aesop rock, you don`t need to breathe to continue spitting

  31. puropinche

    loved heavy weights :D spoon of IODINE!

  32. De4dm1xR7

    word up to the true listeners and artists out ther!
    live freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
    361

  33. tia-marie schaeffer

    really wish i could find these lyrics online *sigh*

  34. yung razz

    NoFrillzHiphop, Thanks. without your channel i wouldve never heard Music for Earthworms

  35. hexvillain

    he is...the illest ever!