Released: February 22, 2005
Songwriter: Rob Sonic Aesop Rock
Producer: Rob Sonic
[Verse 1]
Parachute ratty, one bunk cord now the air is scooped badly
Dripping out the sticks like a twig-tweed hammock
Miter cut the cables for that quick, clean transit
Miser took the big screen; Panic made a business card
Ankle out of whack, painkiller tobacco scrap
We navigate the yellow corn hype for the barn
When the spotlight swiveled hard right over the farm
Post up, 3 cheers for the gimp
Spread thank you (3 on the right)
Limp to the door, splint what he mangles (3 on the left)
Yea I knew the percentages
But the numbers were unaware of the grand finale's emphasis
And over the scent of a thousand dead dogs
Agent Zip Zooka swore to pull it off, GAMEFACE
Walkie-talkies squawking up his hip regarding paratroopers: 20 (Ha!)
Tug a noise box trigger reporting for hunting
[Hook]
I have landed safely
I have not recieved my papers
I have zero natural enemies
I don't know my location
I have no training in reconnaissance, combat or colluding
I'm calling for my orders, over
(STRAP ON A HELMET AND START SHOOTING!)
[Verse 2]
Clonopin to kill a horse, numb and bloodthirsty
'Till the 'uncle' spitter beg a jungle pig to hug mercy (Ha!)
Two 40-below shit, kickers tickle the corpses (duck!)
Duck the widow-maker, also manufactures orphans (ok...)
Manufactures ornaments, if it moves stick a fork in it
Winners take all, killers rape all coordinates
Unfortunately, courted by the most tenacious gaurdian
Whose aimless nature bait a harlequin taste the martyr's skin
No Semper Fi (Nope), no saluter unit
Soldier the fire is more flesh than sulfur
And when the automatic-jitters wiggle the ribs
I feel so alive it don't matter which bitches litter is clipped (Bang!)
Sun down, goggle up canteen gobble-juice
Teargas nozzle up. Brain buff, hostile youth
Chop it up, lock a noose upon it
You will die for the glory of...Shit, I can't put my finger on it
But it's big! Big and legitimate
Justify women and kiddie killer shit, iller it builds
So he is not a natural predator, but can dismantle an AK-47
Clean and rebuild before you can mayday bretheren (Mayday!)
Muddy-gut snake eyes, he approaches cobras with an ugly muck
And bloody Bowie knife clamped in the canines
Wake 'em with that blind military mechanism set to bludgeon
WHAT IS YOUR MAJOR MALFUNCTION!?
[Hook]
I have landed safely
I have not recieved my papers
I have zero natural enemies
I don't know my location
I have no training in reconnaissance, combat or colluding
I'm calling for my orders, over
(STRAP ON A HELMET AND START SHOOTING!)
I was standing at attention with a pocket full of weapons
And the will to walk a mile in the same fatigues that I slept in
I have yet to find a day in life worthy of my saluting
I'm calling for my orders, over
(STRAP ON A HELMET AND START SHOOTING!)
[Verse 3]
I shimmy up out of the fox-hole, disorderly
Only after having logged every cadaver accordingly
High scores keep our Tama-tongs enthralled
(There is no cause iller than no cause at all)
Okay, if his perspective is merked, sneaky detective work is aborted
And it's no longer whisper-mode on the red alert
No bed of dirt sniper rifle peeking out the bunker (uh!)
Now I'm center city looking for something to puncture (*gunshot*)
Help me up, the numbers of the heroes sat at suppers
Treat the public like a tin can, riddled before it plummets (Brrrap!)
But, adrenaline can lead to lazy-eye hassles
So he missed the little boy inch the pin out the pineapple (Heh)
Thats funny...Bumps into the steel-toe
Thats lovely, sum it up in (Oh, hell no!)
And just as quick as the parachute cable snipped
I was rag-doll, horizontal, two limbs short of fixed
Link a baby pool around the standard issued weaponry
While fading as a blemish in civility's memory
They will step over the body for the looting..
(Ready on the firing line)
(The fuck is that?)
STRAP ON A HELMET AND START SHOOTING!
[Hook]
I have landed safely
I have not recieved my papers
I have zero natural enemies
I don't know my location
I have no training in reconnaissance, combat or colluding
I'm calling for my orders, over
(STRAP ON A HELMET AND START SHOOTING!)
I was standing at attention with a pocket full of weapons
And the will to walk a mile in the same fatigues that I slept in
I have yet to find a day in life worthy of my saluting
I'm calling for my orders, over
STRAP ON A HELMET AND START SHOOTING! [SHOOTING! (Repeat till fade out)]
Parachute ratty, one bunk cord now the air is scooped badly
Dripping out the sticks like a twig-tweed hammock
Miter cut the cables for that quick, clean transit
Miser took the big screen; Panic made a business card
Ankle out of whack, painkiller tobacco scrap
We navigate the yellow corn hype for the barn
When the spotlight swiveled hard right over the farm
Post up, 3 cheers for the gimp
Spread thank you (3 on the right)
Limp to the door, splint what he mangles (3 on the left)
Yea I knew the percentages
But the numbers were unaware of the grand finale's emphasis
And over the scent of a thousand dead dogs
Agent Zip Zooka swore to pull it off, GAMEFACE
Walkie-talkies squawking up his hip regarding paratroopers: 20 (Ha!)
Tug a noise box trigger reporting for hunting
[Hook]
I have landed safely
I have not recieved my papers
I have zero natural enemies
I don't know my location
I have no training in reconnaissance, combat or colluding
I'm calling for my orders, over
(STRAP ON A HELMET AND START SHOOTING!)
[Verse 2]
Clonopin to kill a horse, numb and bloodthirsty
'Till the 'uncle' spitter beg a jungle pig to hug mercy (Ha!)
Two 40-below shit, kickers tickle the corpses (duck!)
Duck the widow-maker, also manufactures orphans (ok...)
Manufactures ornaments, if it moves stick a fork in it
Winners take all, killers rape all coordinates
Unfortunately, courted by the most tenacious gaurdian
Whose aimless nature bait a harlequin taste the martyr's skin
No Semper Fi (Nope), no saluter unit
Soldier the fire is more flesh than sulfur
And when the automatic-jitters wiggle the ribs
I feel so alive it don't matter which bitches litter is clipped (Bang!)
Sun down, goggle up canteen gobble-juice
Teargas nozzle up. Brain buff, hostile youth
Chop it up, lock a noose upon it
You will die for the glory of...Shit, I can't put my finger on it
But it's big! Big and legitimate
Justify women and kiddie killer shit, iller it builds
So he is not a natural predator, but can dismantle an AK-47
Clean and rebuild before you can mayday bretheren (Mayday!)
Muddy-gut snake eyes, he approaches cobras with an ugly muck
And bloody Bowie knife clamped in the canines
Wake 'em with that blind military mechanism set to bludgeon
WHAT IS YOUR MAJOR MALFUNCTION!?
[Hook]
I have landed safely
I have not recieved my papers
I have zero natural enemies
I don't know my location
I have no training in reconnaissance, combat or colluding
I'm calling for my orders, over
(STRAP ON A HELMET AND START SHOOTING!)
I was standing at attention with a pocket full of weapons
And the will to walk a mile in the same fatigues that I slept in
I have yet to find a day in life worthy of my saluting
I'm calling for my orders, over
(STRAP ON A HELMET AND START SHOOTING!)
[Verse 3]
I shimmy up out of the fox-hole, disorderly
Only after having logged every cadaver accordingly
High scores keep our Tama-tongs enthralled
(There is no cause iller than no cause at all)
Okay, if his perspective is merked, sneaky detective work is aborted
And it's no longer whisper-mode on the red alert
No bed of dirt sniper rifle peeking out the bunker (uh!)
Now I'm center city looking for something to puncture (*gunshot*)
Help me up, the numbers of the heroes sat at suppers
Treat the public like a tin can, riddled before it plummets (Brrrap!)
But, adrenaline can lead to lazy-eye hassles
So he missed the little boy inch the pin out the pineapple (Heh)
Thats funny...Bumps into the steel-toe
Thats lovely, sum it up in (Oh, hell no!)
And just as quick as the parachute cable snipped
I was rag-doll, horizontal, two limbs short of fixed
Link a baby pool around the standard issued weaponry
While fading as a blemish in civility's memory
They will step over the body for the looting..
(Ready on the firing line)
(The fuck is that?)
STRAP ON A HELMET AND START SHOOTING!
[Hook]
I have landed safely
I have not recieved my papers
I have zero natural enemies
I don't know my location
I have no training in reconnaissance, combat or colluding
I'm calling for my orders, over
(STRAP ON A HELMET AND START SHOOTING!)
I was standing at attention with a pocket full of weapons
And the will to walk a mile in the same fatigues that I slept in
I have yet to find a day in life worthy of my saluting
I'm calling for my orders, over
STRAP ON A HELMET AND START SHOOTING! [SHOOTING! (Repeat till fade out)]
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