Aesop Rock - The Greatest Pac-Man Victory In History Lyrics




[Chorus]
Get up to get down now
Get up to get down now (like this)
Get up to get down now (like this)
Get up to get down now (alright)
I don't wanna do it anymore
Couldn't do it if I tried, wouldn't do it if I wanted it

Hey
I don't wanna do it anymore
Couldn't do it if I tried...

[Verse 1]
Okay
The moments were subtle but unstolen and guess who owns them
No friendly, non-threatening corporate lacky mucks in the totem
Lucy was in the sky with diamonds
Five dollars to hold them
The summer beneath these Pac-Man's with acid behind his molars
Little white tab hollering, little white flag waggling
Inorganic pat on back, trim the panic flat on backer
Back to back like Mad Hatter magic
Rabid mastif collaborative
Splatter bachelor fabric fatter with Cabbage Patch lit
(Dark days)
Banded Louie-Louie
(Park blades)
Chemically bent-up but eager to crash for that one, two, three repeater
Good morning Vietnam
Whose couch is this, whose house is this, who are you down with bitch?
I'm sorry, dog, I dreamt the foulest shit
There was this rabid foot talismen drowning out of my armspan
What's fouler was the other farmhands growing gills and shark fangs
What's fouler was my torso stripped to ribbons in the marshlands
But I'm up now
Let's get this window pane and shut the fuck down
Down by the river where the litter sits
And lionheart critters smoke dope and act like illiterates
I ran with a brat pack of loose bolts and high social maladjusties
Sacred, numb, and boundless went to same proto called cookie
Well, I was dummy to some when my tongue was cradled and my skin looks crazy
Pocketbook mirror, courtesy Amy
Spiders in the mattress, paisley sunglasses, dialing eyes green
Ice grill that could burn through your picture-in-picture widescreen
Poison late late show starring Aes and his jigsaw face
Twelve hour solid gold entertainment
Other shit to sell from other ships that sell they DD paper
(Space Invader)
This one's for the labor days worked for rent and rolling papers
Only the illest beats leak asbsurdly out the boombox
The daytripper anthem goes: "Wake. Drop. Walk to Aquarium."
Whistle while you work like a canary lung
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy to carry drugs
I sorta see it as my last flash summer
Skateboards and sloppy psychedelics and big numbers
Good times, good people
All airbrushed on a collapsible easel
Peace man, easy

[Bridge]
And I knew the permanancy would drift
And I knew the ph balance wasn't right
And I knew the crash and burn, how to caress it
L.S.D. flashed the message
And I knew the gash wasn't gonna stop bleeding
And I knew the ph balance wasn't right
And I knew how September would then affect it
L.S.D.

[Verse 2]
Lazy summer days
Like some decrepit landshark dumbluck squad dog lurks sicker, deluded
Last sturdy domino leans secluded
Don't let stupid delusions lesson super-duty labor students
Dragnet lifer solutions
Daddy loves sloppy dimensions like son-daughter links
Such determinated leopards, successfully disshelved
Little soliders developed like serpents despite life sentence ducking lemmings
Some don't like sobriety's dirty lenses
Some do let sleeping dogs lie still
Don't look so damn lackluster
Suck defeat
Love some damage, load sample delete
Late Show, Dave Letterman, shitty diner lip-slide dutch
Low self-discipline leader seek that lung self-destruct
Life sucks dickhead
Lost summer's display laminate showcasing divinity
Live system definitive
Liturgy soaked the pig lowly, spectactular delight
Why, what kind of L.S.D. you like?
Your lizard king has spoken (all hail)
You in the back, get them up, those trails are necessarily bumped
(Summertime)
Some'll try and recapture the same flag
But I played it smart and recognized the summertime passed

[Chorus]





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Aesop Rock The Greatest Pac-Man Victory In History Comments
  1. Ras BaQino

    who you down with Bitch!!?

  2. OG Jado

    Get up to get down now
    Get up to get down now (like this)
    Get up to get down now (like this)
    Get up to get down now (alright)
    I don't wanna do it anymore
    Couldn't do it if I tried, wouldn't do it if I wanted it

    Hey
    I don't wanna do it anymore
    Couldn't do it if I tried...

    Okay
    The moments were subtle but unstolen and guess who owns them
    No friendly, non-threatening corporate lacky mucks in the totem
    Lucy was in the sky with diamonds
    Five dollars to hold them
    The summer beneath these Pac-Man's with acid behind his molars

    Little white tab hollering, little white flag waggling
    Inorganic pat on back, trim the panic flat on backer
    Back to back like Mad Hatter magic
    Rabid mastif collaborative
    Splatter bachelor fabric fatter with Cabbage Patch lit

    Banded Louie-Louie
    (Park blades)
    Chemically bent-up but eager to crash for that one, two, three repeater
    Good morning Vietnam
    Whose couch is this, whose house is this, who are you down with bitch?

    I'm sorry, dog, I dreamt the foulest shit
    There was this rabid foot talismen drowning out of my armspan
    What's fouler was the other farmhands growing gills and shark fangs
    What's fouler was my torso stripped to ribbons in the marshlands
    But I'm up now
    Let's get this window pane and shut the fuck down

    Down by the river where the litter sits
    And lionheart critters smoke dope and act like illiterates
    I ran with a brat pack of loose bolts and high social maladjusties
    Sacred, numb, and boundless went to same proto called cookie

    Well, I was dummy to some when my tongue was cradled and my skin looks crazy
    Pocketbook mirror, courtesy Amy
    Spiders in the mattress, paisley sunglasses, dialing eyes green
    Ice grill that could burn through your picture-in-picture widescreen
    Poison late late show starring Aes and his jigsaw face
    Twelve hour solid gold entertainment

    Other shit to sell from other ships that sell they DD paper
    (Space Invader)
    This one's for the labor days worked for rent and rolling papers
    Only the illest beats leak asbsurdly out the boombox
    The daytripper anthem goes: "Wake. Drop. Walk to Aquarium."

    Whistle while you work like a canary lung
    All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy to carry drugs
    I sorta see it as my last flash summer
    Skateboards and sloppy psychedelics and big numbers
    Good times, good people
    All airbrushed on a collapsible easel
    Peace man, easy

    And I knew the permanancy would drift
    And I knew the ph balance wasn't right
    And I knew the crash and burn, how to caress it
    L.S.D. flashed the message

    And I knew the gash wasn't gonna stop bleeding
    And I knew the ph balance wasn't right
    And I knew how September would then affect it
    L.S.D.

    Lazy summer days
    Like some decrepit landshark dumbluck squad dog lurks sicker, deluded
    Last sturdy domino leans secluded
    Don't let stupid delusions lesson super-duty labor students
    Dragnet lifer solutions
    Daddy loves sloppy dimensions like son-daughter links
    Such determinated leopards, successfully disshelved

    Little soliders developed like serpents despite life sentence ducking
    lemmings
    Some don't like sobriety's dirty lenses
    Some do let sleeping dogs lie still
    Don't look so damn lackluster

    Suck defeat
    Love some damage, load sample delete
    Late Show, Dave Letterman, shitty diner lip-slide dutch
    Low self-discipline leader seek that lung self-destruct
    Life sucks dickhead
    Lost summer's display laminate showcasing divinity

    Live system definitive
    Liturgy soaked the pig lowly, spectactular delight
    Why, what kind of L.S.D. you like?
    Your lizard king has spoken (all hail)
    You in the back, get them up, those trails are necessarily bumped
    (Summertime)
    Some'll try and recapture the same flag
    But I played it smart and recognized the summertime passed

    Flashed the message
    Flashed the message
    Flashed the message
    I don't wanna do it anymore
    Couldn't do it if I tried, wouldn't do it if I wanted it
    I don't wanna do it anymore
    Couldn't do it if I tried, wouldn't do it if I wanted it
    Get up to get down now
    Get up to get down now
    Get up to get down now
    Get up to get down.

  3. Muscle Hank

    "Whistle while you work like a canary lung"
    That's clever

  4. vaylonmagicxi

    Okay
    The moments were subtle but unstolen and guess who owns them
    No friendly, non-threatening corporate lacky mucks in the totem
    Lucy was in the sky with diamonds
    Five dollars to hold them
    The summer beneath these Pac-Man's with acid behind his molars
    Little white tab hollering, little white flag waggling
    Inorganic pat on back, trim the panic flat on backer
    Back to back like Mad Hatter magic
    Rabid mastif collaborative
    Splatter bachelor fabric fatter with Cabbage Patch lit
    (Dark days)
    Banded Louie-Louie
    (Park blades)
    Chemically bent-up but eager to crash for that one, two, three repeater
    Good morning Vietnam
    Whose couch is this, whose house is this, who are you down with bitch?
    I'm sorry, dog, I dreamt the foulest shit
    There was this rabid foot talismen drowning out of my armspan
    What's fouler was the other farmhands growing gills and shark fangs
    What's fouler was my torso stripped to ribbons in the marshlands
    But I'm up now
    Let's get this window pane and shut the fuck down
    Down by the river where the litter sits
    And lionheart critters smoke dope and act like illiterates
    I ran with a brat pack of loose bolts and high social maladjusties
    Sacred, numb, and boundless went to same proto called cookie
    Well, I was dummy to some when my tongue was cradled and my skin looks crazy
    Pocketbook mirror, courtesy Amy
    Spiders in the mattress, paisley sunglasses, dialing eyes green
    Ice grill that could burn through your picture-in-picture widescreen
    Poison late late show starring Aes and his jigsaw face
    Twelve hour solid gold entertainment
    Other shit to sell from other ships that sell they DD paper
    (Space Invader)
    This one's for the labor days worked for rent and rolling papers
    Only the illest beats leak asbsurdly out the boombox
    The daytripper anthem goes: "Wake. Drop. Walk to Aquarium."
    Whistle while you work like a canary lung
    All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy to carry drugs
    I sorta see it as my last flash summer
    Skateboards and sloppy psychedelics and big numbers
    Good times, good people
    All airbrushed on a collapsible easel
    Peace man, easy

    [Bridge]
    And I knew the permanancy would drift
    And I knew the ph balance wasn't right
    And I knew the crash and burn, how to caress it
    L.S.D. flashed the message
    And I knew the gash wasn't gonna stop bleeding
    And I knew the ph balance wasn't right
    And I knew how September would then affect it
    L.S.D.

    [Verse 2]
    Lazy summer days
    Like some decrepit landshark dumbluck squad dog lurks sicker, deluded
    Last sturdy domino leans secluded
    Don't let stupid delusions lesson super-duty labor students
    Dragnet lifer solutions
    Daddy loves sloppy dimensions like son-daughter links
    Such determinated leopards, successfully disshelved
    Little soliders developed like serpents despite life sentence ducking lemmings
    Some don't like sobriety's dirty lenses
    Some do let sleeping dogs lie still
    Don't look so damn lackluster
    Suck defeat
    Love some damage, load sample delete
    Late Show, Dave Letterman, shitty diner lip-slide dutch
    Low self-discipline leader seek that lung self-destruct
    Life sucks dickhead
    Lost summer's display laminate showcasing divinity
    Live system definitive
    Liturgy soaked the pig lowly, spectactular delight
    Why, what kind of L.S.D. you like?
    Your lizard king has spoken (all hail)
    You in the back, get them up, those trails are necessarily bumped
    (Summertime)
    Some'll try and recapture the same flag
    But I played it smart and recognized the summertime passed

  5. Michael Law

    If i hadnt dropped lsd and realized that we are all one and that thru the interconnection of all things i am aesop rock i would totally kill myself out of jealousy over his fire.

  6. SpiritLoaf

    I am VERY unused to Aesop not using his deep monotone voice.

  7. Ordee Preef

    Aesop had a bad acid trip

  8. supersonic118 boi

    Papa chubby 420 LSD

  9. thedrjayroe

    Life Sucks Dickhead

  10. thedrjayroe

    To this day, this is the closest representation of a psychedelic experience any rap song has ever produced. Hats off to Aes

  11. Drawyoursword420

    Work for rent and rolling papers

  12. K Ghost

    Aes is a lyrical genius

  13. Land Creature

    It brings me back.

  14. First Name Last Name

    That mechanical whirring sound in the beat brings back some memories 😂

  15. machine gun monkey 33

    you like acid little boy.....

  16. Chelsea W

    Laaazy summer daaaze

  17. Madcatcon199

    life sucks dickheads

  18. 3 Shot Tim Knight

    Aesop is an underground God in the form of a powerhouse

    Diodes

    He's like the cynical mitochondria of... of...

  19. PrincipalProductions

    never even noticed the scheme on verse 2, fuckin incredible as usual

    Caleb Caleb TheUnicorn

    yeah someone pointed that out to me a while back

  20. FRED SMARTSTONE

    I been bumping this album major the last couple of days. I got it when it first came out and didn't like it. A few months down the line I played it again and been hooked ever since. Sick production and a modern philosopher/social critic/MC spitting high IQ rhymes for that ass.

  21. Empty4330

    For the second verse, listen for the "L-S-D" pattern

    Atmos 556

    some just wont get it

    Atmos 556

    you're making it too easy.

    Rhys W

    Well I feel like a fucking idiot now

    Matthew Trevino

    Yeah pretty clever alliteration. I was heavily weeded one day and picked up on it even though I had heard the song countless times prior. Marijuana truly does something to the brain's perception of music, rhythm, patterns. kinda splits the parts so you can focus on one in particular while tuning out the others. like a multitrack mixer in your mind

  22. Mario Gonzalez

    I wish to meet Aes sometime. One of my idols. Speaking truth in such a beautiful way

    CasperInkyMagoo

    Mario Gonzalez he’s nice, but don’t expect to get much out of him in public. I met him hanging around the merch table way longer than the rest of the crowd.

  23. Scott Holden

    Okay, the moments were subtle, but unstolen, and guess who owns them?
    No friendly, non-threatening corporate, lacky-mucks, in the totem
    Lucy was In the Sky with Diamonds,five dollars to hold 'em
    The summer, Van Eek beat Pac-Man, with acid behind his molars
    Little white tab tolerant, little white flag, waggling
    Inorganic, pat on back, trim the panic, flat on backer
    Back to back like Mad Hatter magic, rabid mastiff collaborative - Splatter,bachelor fabric fatter, with cabbage patch lit
    Dark days, Ben and Louie-Louie, park blazed, chemically -
    Bent-up but eager to crash for that one, two, three repeater
    Good Morning Vietnam!Whose couch is this? Whose house is this?
    Who are you down with bitch?I'm sorry, dog, I dreamt the foulest shit
    There was this rabid foot talisman, drowning out of my armspan
    What's fouler, was the other farmhand's growing gills, and shark fangs
    What's fouler, was my torso stripped to ribbons, in the marshlands
    But I'm up now
    Let's get this window pane, and shut the fuck down
    Down by the river, where the litter sits -
    And lion-heart critters, smoke dope, and act like illiterates
    I ran with a brat pack of loose bolts, and high social maladjust-ees
    Sacred, numb and boundless went to St. Protocol, cut me, well -
    I was dummy to some, when the tongue was cradled, and my skin looks crazy
    Pocketbook mirror courtesy Amy,spiders in the -Mattress,paisley sunglasses, dilated eyes green
    Ice grill that could burn through, your picture-in-picture widescreen
    Poison late late show, starring Aes' and in a jigsaw face of -
    Twelve hour, solid gold entertainment, utter shit to self -
    From mothership to stealth,they DD pace be, Space Invader
    This one's for the Labor Days, work for rent and rolling papers
    Only the illest beats leak absurdly out the boombox
    The Daytripper anthem goes: wake, drop, walk to aquarium
    Whistle while you work, like a canary lung,"All work -And no play makes Jack a dull boy", to carry drugs
    I sorta see it, as my last blast in summer (Uhn!)
    Skateboards and sloppy psychedelics and big numbers
    Good times, good people,all airbrushed -
    On a collapsible easel, peace man, easy

    Scott Holden

    And I knew the permanancy would drift
    And I knew the ph balance wasn't right
    And I knew the crash and burn, how to caress it
    L.S.D. flashed the message
    And I knew the gash wasn't gonna stop bleeding
    And I knew the ph balance wasn't right
    And I knew how September would then affect it
    L.S.D.

    [Verse 2]
    Lazy summer days
    Like some decrepit landshark dumbluck squad dog lurks sicker, deluded
    Last sturdy domino leans secluded
    Don't let stupid delusions lesson super-duty labor students
    Dragnet lifer solutions
    Daddy loves sloppy dimensions like son-daughter links
    Such determinated leopards, successfully disshelved
    Little soliders developed like serpents despite life sentence ducking lemmings
    Some don't like sobriety's dirty lenses
    Some do let sleeping dogs lie still
    Don't look so damn lackluster
    Suck defeat
    Love some damage, load sample delete
    Late Show, Dave Letterman, shitty diner lip-slide dutch
    Low self-discipline leader seek that lung self-destruct
    Life sucks dickhead
    Lost summer's display laminate showcasing divinity
    Live system definitive
    Liturgy soaked the pig lowly, spectactular delight
    Why, what kind of L.S.D. you like?
    Your lizard king has spoken (all hail)
    You in the back, get them up, those trails are necessarily bumped
    (Summertime)
    Some'll try and recapture the same flag
    But I played it smart and recognized the summertime passed

    James Gilbert

    *Land Shark Dumb Luck Squad Dog
    *Lessen* super-duty labor students
    *determinated lepers
    *Lump sum damage
    *Low self-discipline lead seek *dead lung self-destruct
    *Liturgy soaked *depict lowly
    *those trails aren't necessarily *bunk

    but thanks for doing that anyway

    Cannabinoid Dimethyltryptamine

    Thanks James and Scott I’m a new fan and feel lyrically refreshed by the underground. God damn this guys pen game is vicious🔥👊🏽🦇🐍

  24. albert ruiz

    acid is the shit

  25. Adam Edward

    Get up to get down now

  26. Andrew Wellenreuther

    only one fucking comment on here. so sad

  27. Nimdok

    It's so damn good