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Текст песни Aesop Rock - Wake Up Call

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[Aesop Rock]Wake up, wake upAyo Percee P, it`s time to wake these kids up[Percee P]Word up Aesop Rock, they`d better take their fingers offpause and hit record[Aesop Rock]Is you fat cats or lab rats?Trails to my steppin got em sweatin flashbacksI played a part of minesweeper, plunking sneakers in my sunken cityDefunct, and apparently examinin` famine, I`m aVolatile strobe while your blind spot swallows the globeSing to the track and think backWhen I was a boy I employed styles exhaustedBy every lost child at presentNormally I drill pillars of normalcyYou`re cordially invited to accompany meIn rotation of the tables to label the oppositionAs I choose, refusing to evolve with the coldRapidly dissolved my involvement in a solvent of soul and roll backBrain trip the Beta weights trap for the slaughterLike livestock infected with anthraxOn my call a pack or clan snaps, collapsed was the mandatory mazeOn the fluids ???? and glory daysDesire on the opposite circuit and glorious daysIs glorious hazes of gray spun through my array of operationSlave to idiot box revalationsAnd wrapped tightly in a practice with my colleagues and slackers20,000 league nappers and the swelling increasesOnce the mortar hit the pestal your whole vessel fell to piecesAnd I laughed, I laughed for me and my Starving art familyI laughed tangibly, your failures ampin me to vamp freshMy mic stabs white flags and drag tremblingDevil skin-wearers through the terrors of complianceOnce the day turns night, senoritas suck the woody like termitesAnd wonder how they got labeled dick-hungry damsels in distressThe all new and improved poetically portable Aesop RockAvailable in stores with my, highly suggested parental discretion99 brilliant new dimentions[Percee P]I`m not your average man bragging, toe or hand tagging50 grand bagging, pants sagging, trigger nigga on the bandwagonHuh, I know this nigga named Rickey his girl Nikki want to get with meSays "Stick me just a quickie, lick me and leave a hickie"I stick instead of tricking bread in this chickenheadsOne look and said I ain`t shit in bed, she must be licking leadYou`d better let your gods recognize the Rhyme Inspector hidesAnd never sweat them lies about me haters check your eyesOne verse, lung burst, as I done firstGuns, slums, hearse don`t stun Perce, where I`m from`s worse (sucker)My new cuts are hot, bodies chewed up a lotThen flew up the block to a cipher, blew up the spotStacks of rhymes, ain`t a match for mines, tracks and shineLeave you back in time in a ?beeler? still ain`t at my primeI`m a stab your face in, trial and shit is wildI turn the dial, niggas stealing my styleI should file for reparations "Aesop Rock" "Percee P" *scratched til fade*

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