[Verse 1: Aesop Rock]
 You want to know why? Because I'm
 Dead messengers buried in their Melvin shirts
 Awoken as reanimated mummies from the sepulcher
 Anonymous and secular and ribbons and exposed brain
 Roll with grown men who still use code names
 Fold crawl space on the SS coat tails
 Might chase six legs through his oatmeal
 Oh dear, no pet seat his own homework
 Pet [bad word] cobble step shoes that are bone bugs
 Holmes, sick to the fishbone cone
 My yellow brick shtick ain't tip toe prone
 It's a misthrown sticky bomb slipping off the fingers wrong
 Any blips you're witnessing are living in the Sigma laws
 Blip, blip, dag, these ghosts need a doctor
 Shelter, clean Dunlops on a walker
 She sells sea shells he, draws revenge
 Plots on a chalkboard, watch what you walk toward
 
[Hook]
 Blip krieg got fat
 Rock shot 'till he kiss green time lapse
 Block cheddar blitzkrieg climax
 Spring clean hijack, bring me my axe
 
[Sample]
 Girl: What are you doing up there?
 Guy: Stealing, I'm a weekend burglar
 Girl: I'm on my lunch break, you want to help me kill half an hour?
 Guy: No..
 
[Verse 2: Blueprint]
 I'm laying in a cut over stuff from a bad meal
 Staring at the sun, on my back like a fat seal
 Debating with myself about whether not rap's real
 Cause broke [bad word] are the only ones that have skill
 Everybody got intentions that they can't reveal
 Major label ax got to act like they don't have deals
 Claiming grassroots, I'm like  [bad word] no
 Your buzz is as organic as Monsanto."
 I'm going at your beanstalk, ax in hand
 Over a beat bought Aes Rock, that's my man
 People sleeping still believing that we haven't expanded
 But that's just a small part of the master plan, [bad word]  Printnificent, shining 'till your skin chafe
 Write until the pen ache, reclining by a big lake
 I'm only winning cause I went in an gettin' waked
 Chillin' at the crib by the time you get your [bad word] straight
 
[Hook]
 
[Sample]
 You suppose robots would enjoy listening to music?
 You'd think that if robots are electronic creations they
 Enjoy listening to electronic music
 You think you can create a scientific symphony
 We'd not only send to our metal friends but
 Would also be fascinating to human ears
 You already have the * * on the other side of the record
 I can't wait to hear it
 
[Verse 3: Rob Sonic]
 Witty with a [bad word] change queue
 Cherries in the mirror of his Mustang too
 Took his thang from the South to the rocking Hooters
 Bought her wangs and a round, then he chopped and screwed her
 Cops say they'd get him so he thumbed his nose up
 Petal to the metal, leave them dunked in donuts
 Stuck on "so what?" from the aged Tequila
 When he drove into the back of an eighteen-wheeler
 Basic leader, camp is cardboard
 The jet chooses raps to advance their shark soar
 Park for (?) my cordial stingers
 Address you crossly, corporal clinger
 Attention all freaks with newer footing
 My radio is not played by Cuba Gooding
 Who's assuming that the man's a block boy
 Cause he keep his fam happy with lots of Bok Choy
 
[Hook]