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    I brought that genuine shit in '96
    Before you knew the underground or independent existed
    I watched the whole scene straight jump on the dick
    After stepping to KCR lit and flexing my shit
    No gun talk, no gimmicks, just rounds of raw-dogging
    Dirty dusty intelligent wit and word murdering
    A hardcore poetic informed without burglary
    Potent and shook the shit out of rappers who just learned of me
    Everytime I prescribe a new pill, revolution
    Quickly defined the standard for indie rap distribution
    Arrogant unafraid shit developed riding a train thinking of brain fucks
    "Bad Touch Example" that soon became bucks
    Had everybody sprung wondering where I came from
    Screaming out "Independent as fuck" with an insane tongue
    With an indelible squad of design monsters
    Innovating the styles that made biters look like imposters
    So we scripted an album and signed to Rawkus
    Selling a hundred thousand without a radio chart hit
    Imposterous son is taking the world hostage
    Classic hip-hop bombage dirty with style progress
    Now I've come from the '80s juvenile Brooklyn
    Where cats was like: "Gimme that subway pass, kid. Good lookin."
    Now someone else is taking a ride with what's mine
    So I had to develop styles with a death device cooked in
    So when I battled in basements I had eight sentences
    Waiting ready for the four you had laced in
    And I was taught to wait patient (Why?)
    Only faggots make shit up just to get famous
    So when I finally blew up I remained sick
    Earning respect in ghettos and 'burbs for word placement
    Back when the independent scene remained faceless
    We were the only crew who promised your ass we'd take it
    Mold it, shape it, living outside the matrix
    Hold it, make it, more than miniature major labels
    Hold it sacred, living it for the culture
    Told ya plainly, protected it from the vultures
    That's why I always get respect from true soldiers
    That laugh at the critics claiming every year: "Hip hop's over."
    FUCK YOU, hip hop just started
    It's funny how the most nostalgic cats are the ones who were never part of it
    But true veterans'll give dap to those who started it
    Then humbly move the fuck on and come with that new retarded shit
    New slang, new thought, new sound, new heart, you thought you hang
    You clown, you don't, you drown
    I won't dumb it down, I'm dumbing now for these rounds
    I'm a live mothefucker plus I'm gunning for clowns
    You're a mime motherfucker, don't be coming for pounds
    Till you can break out of that invisible box, you're not down
    My favorite ones are the ones who started out young rappin about
    Comic books, spaceships, and Omnicron 1
    And even though they were soft they had fun
    But they couldn't break out the frame of the town they came from
    Some of these faggots used to send me their demos
    Keeping their puppy styles in the Company Flow kennels
    But since they had no identity from the start
    They started to resent the scene when they couldn't become a part

    They've been failing for years and call themselves Vets, that's bold
    Motherfucker, you're not a Vet you're just old
    I'll slap the shit out you to continue my nerd rap
    Making this money fist over fist, fuck what you heard
    Rookie cats talk about boom bap and golden ages
    Pat themselves on the back for making that new outdated shit
    But i've been putting out vinyl since '93 and never looked back once
    At ya'll trying to chase me
    You don't innovate because you can't innovate
    It's not a choice despite what you might tell your boys
    Keep your identity crisis under the table
    I always knew who I was and I'll always be more famous

    [Aesop Rock]
    Check it
    For the best in the bendor biz
    Leave the last CE-Off for crabs and bobbin hatorade
    Dig it, daddy dug his own tunnel under the gutters where the numbers bleed
    Hunters froze up and exposed Rapunzel weeds
    Tugboat, tug a rut out brutal dirt first
    The fuedals fuming oodles, it was right under your poodle skirt
    Welcome to Bazooka Works, halogen halo eyesore
    The revolution will not be apologized for
    Warbucks exlex megaphone on the fashion piggy pageant
    While my dick's raw-dogg in a style magnet
    Fraggle rock your four figure watch
    I clock ninety-nine cent wristbands
    And still know the time when you record flops
    And this is on a sick with it factor
    Exhibit A, E, S, Genesis of the klepto reactor
    Wanna burgle the buzz over definitive cast
    After a life of labor camps starts paying innovaters back
    Baby, you ain't felt the collect? (Coooool)
    Stuck running bases with little bears under the wing of punchdrunk butter makers
    That engine sputters while the hound dogs wire cutter mechnical rabbit bantomweight puppies ain't rabid enough to snatch him
    Poplock dynamos, is approached with a golden focal point
    Come soak in it, resume sturdy composer soldier bliss
    Wrong name by a molar can often expose your phobias
    Watch a cobra grow hands to hold his own tongue when he notices
    All city legity critter, bark with me
    All filthy documents, cats piss on their kittie litter moccasins
    Welcome to mi casa, Monsters Inc, dropping bangers out the rocket ships
    Your own private apocalypse

    Honor it

    [Aesop Rock]
    For fuck's sake


    [Aesop Rock]
    Wild fly
    You wanna read the nile, I twitch easy reader

    Father it

    [Aesop Rock]
    I will, dog


    [Aesop Rock]
    Wide open with banged out cutlery from a slang mouth teacher
    And money is an ugly god we all fall for
    I got land mammal, cannibal, natural survival squackbox
    That means when I wake up and decide to comprise the new shit
    It's not some watered down version of what my favorite crews did
    Puff the magic komodo bitch
    Rappers stuffed komonos and shark fame at a perfect working unit
    Look, I'm done
    B-boy, feed that to the needy
    Shut your liquor hole, fuck you in 3D

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