Biography:
Aesop Rock (born Ian Bavitz on June 5, 1976) is an alternative hip hop artist/producer from Northport, New York, United States. He has released eight albums: "Music for Earthworms" (1997), "Float" (1999), "Labor Days" (2001), "Bazooka Tooth" (2003), "None Shall Pass" (2007), "Skelethon" (2012), "The Impossible Kid" (2016), and "Spirit World Field Guide" (2020). He is also a member of the groups Hail Mary Mallon, The Weathermen, Two of Every Animal and The Uncluded.
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Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
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[Intro]
N.C.
I am a man who uses the techniques of a bat to navigate...
[Verse]
C#m
Can’t motherfuck a motherfucker
C#m
From the underfunded Klutz who never undercut the butcher
C#m
The pick-a-booger-at-your-wake is bumping "I'm your pusher"
C#m
Also at your wake, Juvenile Intruders at the gate
C#m
Brooding over waking history that bubbles
C#m
From the blinking 12s of VCRs and Microwaves
C#m
Like time machines for shrinking elders, rifling through their recipe
C#m
Carrots, onions, celery, what unique amalgam
Of piss and repugnant energy
C#m
Spun him out of the 70s, to b-line for dessert?
C#m
Fire-eater trying to keep it on the green side of the dirt
C#m
This is tea-time with the worst
C#m
Geriatrics on the decline of berserk
Back in my day we were three times more alert
C#m
Now I go through my old clothing
Trying to find nostalgic threads to sell
C#m C#m
Walk away feeling like I should have never dressed myself
C#m
Sincerely I was never on the cutting edge, my hand was on the hilt
You’re free to build with the other end
C#m
Shriek into the vacuum if in spite of your accomplishments
C#m
You wake up feeling empty like Houdini’s grave probably is
C#m
Volley with the quintessential digital anger, I'm offended by everything
My opinions come in a manger, oh boy
C#m
Depreciating since they drove me off the lot
C#m
Still into ghost stories and pot and the classic coconut bra
C#m
Procedural crime drama shows with holes in the plot
C#m
And reminding clones there’s more to coping
Than a nose full of snot
C#m N.C.
Ah, old pros throw 'bows to the 808
C#m N.C.
You couldn't throw a rope over a baby gate
C#m
Bishop to queen 4 in "Damn Daniel"s under ram skulls
Plan for cloudy with a chance of anvils
C#m
Fever dreams of padded cells and jagged pills in frozen pipes
C#m
Socialites from pageant hell with plastic smiles and robot eyes
C#m
I’m hoping you all grow into the sentience you assume
C#m
As your moment of self-reflection is a moment for me too
C#m
Look, with the steel chair, sure to serve the veal rare
C#m
Brush up your evasion and basic tactical field care
C#m
I was on that constant futile rage before the internet
C#m
I been ignored for longer than you’ve been interested
C#m
The posse promise you nobody feels threatened by a scarecrow covered in crows who feel welcomed
C#m
That’s like hellions thinking hell is just ok but needs some polish
C#m
It helps to know intimidation’s all about the optics
C#m
Come duck a bounty, it's a hoot, Suffolk County it's a zoo
C#m
Puppy chow and bitches brew, it's not exactly chicken soup
C#m
It’s heavy-lifters lifting, it’s ginseng on his whistling
C#m
It’s we don’t find the flippancy convincing, 2 for flinching
C#m
Older yeller, never knew a no-kill shelter in his doggie days
C#m
Now I draw my neighbors over Kouign-amanns and coffee stains
C#m
A walled and whirling urchin, more observant than audacious
C#m
I document the great unwashed and curse in Lithuanian
C#m
For a gallery of grifters channeling Sid’s action figures grafted
With his little sister’s after markers glue and scissors
C#m
It’s trippy, the truth and fiction moving to a center
C#m
Maybe it’s weirder they’ve never been photographed together
C#m
Sometimes the stomach disappears from under a retreating lens
C#m
And patterns of a need to please abusive folk reveal themselves
C#m
I’m peeling back the layers, I’m sneaking past the lasers
C#m
I’m a lover, I’m a fighter, I’m a seed to blackened acres
C#m
The dogs I think are following me home are out to kill me
C#m
Your music makes a motherfucker wanna move to Elm Street
C#m
Rejection of the spirit by the body at your service, if you mess-up every friendship come get swept up in
the current
C#m
Here, wheels fall off of cars when they see him
C#m
Seas part, green trees march out of Eden
C#m
I'm known to eat the heart and keep the archery uneven
C#m N.C.
Are you starting to be part of the kinesis?
[Outro]
C#m
Got me on some other shit
C#m
Got me on some other shit
C#m
Got me on some other shit
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A|-7-4-----7-4-----7-4-------7-4---| repet through all song
E|---------------------------------|
[Intro]
N.C.
I am a man who uses the techniques of a bat to navigate...
[Verse]
C#m
Can’t motherfuck a motherfucker
C#m
From the underfunded Klutz who never undercut the butcher
C#m
The pick-a-booger-at-your-wake is bumping "I'm your pusher"
C#m
Also at your wake, Juvenile Intruders at the gate
C#m
Brooding over waking history that bubbles
C#m
From the blinking 12s of VCRs and Microwaves
C#m
Like time machines for shrinking elders, rifling through their recipe
C#m
Carrots, onions, celery, what unique amalgam
Of piss and repugnant energy
C#m
Spun him out of the 70s, to b-line for dessert?
C#m
Fire-eater trying to keep it on the green side of the dirt
C#m
This is tea-time with the worst
C#m
Geriatrics on the decline of berserk
Back in my day we were three times more alert
C#m
Now I go through my old clothing
Trying to find nostalgic threads to sell
C#m C#m
Walk away feeling like I should have never dressed myself
C#m
Sincerely I was never on the cutting edge, my hand was on the hilt
You’re free to build with the other end
C#m
Shriek into the vacuum if in spite of your accomplishments
C#m
You wake up feeling empty like Houdini’s grave probably is
C#m
Volley with the quintessential digital anger, I'm offended by everything
My opinions come in a manger, oh boy
C#m
Depreciating since they drove me off the lot
C#m
Still into ghost stories and pot and the classic coconut bra
C#m
Procedural crime drama shows with holes in the plot
C#m
And reminding clones there’s more to coping
Than a nose full of snot
C#m N.C.
Ah, old pros throw 'bows to the 808
C#m N.C.
You couldn't throw a rope over a baby gate
C#m
Bishop to queen 4 in "Damn Daniel"s under ram skulls
Plan for cloudy with a chance of anvils
C#m
Fever dreams of padded cells and jagged pills in frozen pipes
C#m
Socialites from pageant hell with plastic smiles and robot eyes
C#m
I’m hoping you all grow into the sentience you assume
C#m
As your moment of self-reflection is a moment for me too
C#m
Look, with the steel chair, sure to serve the veal rare
C#m
Brush up your evasion and basic tactical field care
C#m
I was on that constant futile rage before the internet
C#m
I been ignored for longer than you’ve been interested
C#m
The posse promise you nobody feels threatened by a scarecrow covered in crows who feel welcomed
C#m
That’s like hellions thinking hell is just ok but needs some polish
C#m
It helps to know intimidation’s all about the optics
C#m
Come duck a bounty, it's a hoot, Suffolk County it's a zoo
C#m
Puppy chow and bitches brew, it's not exactly chicken soup
C#m
It’s heavy-lifters lifting, it’s ginseng on his whistling
C#m
It’s we don’t find the flippancy convincing, 2 for flinching
C#m
Older yeller, never knew a no-kill shelter in his doggie days
C#m
Now I draw my neighbors over Kouign-amanns and coffee stains
C#m
A walled and whirling urchin, more observant than audacious
C#m
I document the great unwashed and curse in Lithuanian
C#m
For a gallery of grifters channeling Sid’s action figures grafted
With his little sister’s after markers glue and scissors
C#m
It’s trippy, the truth and fiction moving to a center
C#m
Maybe it’s weirder they’ve never been photographed together
C#m
Sometimes the stomach disappears from under a retreating lens
C#m
And patterns of a need to please abusive folk reveal themselves
C#m
I’m peeling back the layers, I’m sneaking past the lasers
C#m
I’m a lover, I’m a fighter, I’m a seed to blackened acres
C#m
The dogs I think are following me home are out to kill me
C#m
Your music makes a motherfucker wanna move to Elm Street
C#m
Rejection of the spirit by the body at your service, if you mess-up every friendship come get swept up in
the current
C#m
Here, wheels fall off of cars when they see him
C#m
Seas part, green trees march out of Eden
C#m
I'm known to eat the heart and keep the archery uneven
C#m N.C.
Are you starting to be part of the kinesis?
[Outro]
C#m
Got me on some other shit
C#m
Got me on some other shit
C#m
Got me on some other shit
Afrodisiaco
Afromania
Afrosound
After Crying
After Dark
AFTRHR
Agadiers
Against All Auth (...)
Against All Will
Against Me!