Songwriter: Aesop Rock
Producer: Dub-L
[Intro]
What's up? This is Aesop Rock for WKCR, check it
[Verse]
I traded my title as bent pedestrian for passenger status to coast muted
Finding the night train mildly therapeutic
Rugged hacker flashing mood full of swings
Beneath this puppet master pulling my strings, leaking smoke rings
Singing [your despite what measured honestly magnificent]
Syndicate sold to children building homes for my omnipotent platoons
Nah, I don't think the blueprints drafted tilted in the tombs
Tampering hampered scampered well beyond the dooms
We bloomed [the matter down?] to those most beautifully discrete
Applying yesterdays models stand obsolete amongst colossals (Amongst colossals)
Comply not to enforce us aborted claiming they came off
Sort of stabbed them with the capital 'A' that sets my name off
Sick of it all, sick of the stalls, sick of the thick brick in the wall
Sob stories, the falls, the tragic hate calls
Shaking like magic eight balls pausing to watch the vapors crawl
My clique heeds lessons I'll be noted from kids sisters paper dolls
We lining up along these great walls, circling analytical (Analytical)
Rhetorical inquiries, yet x is not applicable, kid
[Your flash minor we as orphans repeated?]
You're talkin' concrete examples with glass bottoms cause defeated, kid, I'm heated
It's flight of the intruder and we all fall down
Conditions of never blends science with religion (Uh)
Cut my character cleansed in esoteric opulence
But finding no intrinsic merit in your sense
Well, isn't that bewildering? Drunken distortion and spit the filter in (Yeah)
Mic sweltering measures like melting my rings together and you never
Seen I, Aesop Rock, flop for the love of eighty-nine point nine
I'm here to ride upon the night train
[Outro]
Yeah, WKCR, eighty-nine point nine, it's night train
What's up to my man Apex, Kinetic, DJ Ely, Baz, my man Dub-L, my production, the mighty Ger, my Man Patrick, Blockhead, Mr. Roper, Omega One, my man hates one, Percee P, Andre
Stay up, it's like that. And it's big Aesop Rock signing off
What's up? This is Aesop Rock for WKCR, check it
[Verse]
I traded my title as bent pedestrian for passenger status to coast muted
Finding the night train mildly therapeutic
Rugged hacker flashing mood full of swings
Beneath this puppet master pulling my strings, leaking smoke rings
Singing [your despite what measured honestly magnificent]
Syndicate sold to children building homes for my omnipotent platoons
Nah, I don't think the blueprints drafted tilted in the tombs
Tampering hampered scampered well beyond the dooms
We bloomed [the matter down?] to those most beautifully discrete
Applying yesterdays models stand obsolete amongst colossals (Amongst colossals)
Comply not to enforce us aborted claiming they came off
Sort of stabbed them with the capital 'A' that sets my name off
Sick of it all, sick of the stalls, sick of the thick brick in the wall
Sob stories, the falls, the tragic hate calls
Shaking like magic eight balls pausing to watch the vapors crawl
My clique heeds lessons I'll be noted from kids sisters paper dolls
We lining up along these great walls, circling analytical (Analytical)
Rhetorical inquiries, yet x is not applicable, kid
[Your flash minor we as orphans repeated?]
You're talkin' concrete examples with glass bottoms cause defeated, kid, I'm heated
It's flight of the intruder and we all fall down
Conditions of never blends science with religion (Uh)
Cut my character cleansed in esoteric opulence
But finding no intrinsic merit in your sense
Well, isn't that bewildering? Drunken distortion and spit the filter in (Yeah)
Mic sweltering measures like melting my rings together and you never
Seen I, Aesop Rock, flop for the love of eighty-nine point nine
I'm here to ride upon the night train
[Outro]
Yeah, WKCR, eighty-nine point nine, it's night train
What's up to my man Apex, Kinetic, DJ Ely, Baz, my man Dub-L, my production, the mighty Ger, my Man Patrick, Blockhead, Mr. Roper, Omega One, my man hates one, Percee P, Andre
Stay up, it's like that. And it's big Aesop Rock signing off