[Aesop Rock]   Wake up, wake up   Ayo Percee P, it's time to wake these kids up      [Percee P]   Word up Aesop Rock, they'd better take their fingers off   pause and hit record      [Aesop Rock]   Is you fat cats or lab rats?   Trails to my steppin got em sweatin flashbacks   I played a part of minesweeper, plunking sneakers in my sunken city   Defunct, and apparently examinin' famine, I'm a   Volatile strobe while your blind spot swallows the globe   Sing to the track and think back   When I was a boy I employed styles exhausted   By every lost child at present   Normally I drill pillars of normalcy   You're cordially invited to accompany me   In rotation of the tables to label the opposition   As I choose, refusing to evolve with the cold   Rapidly dissolved my involvement in a solvent of soul and roll back   Brain trip the Beta weights trap for the slaughter   Like livestock infected with anthrax   On my call a pack or clan snaps, collapsed was the mandatory maze   On the fluids ???? and glory days   Desire on the opposite circuit and glorious days   Is glorious hazes of gray spun through my array of operation   Slave to idiot box revalations   And wrapped tightly in a practice with my colleagues and slackers   20,000 league nappers and the swelling increases   Once the mortar hit the pestal your whole vessel fell to pieces   And I laughed, I laughed for me and my Starving art family   I laughed tangibly, your failures ampin me to vamp fresh   My mic stabs white flags and drag trembling   Devil skin-wearers through the terrors of compliance   Once the day turns night, senoritas suck the woody like termites   And wonder how they got labeled dick-hungry damsels in distress   The all new and improved poetically portable Aesop Rock   Available in stores with my, highly suggested parental discretion   99 brilliant new dimentions      [Percee P]   I'm not your average man bragging, toe or hand tagging   50 grand bagging, pants sagging, trigger nigga on the bandwagon   Huh, I know this nigga named Rickey his girl Nikki want to get with me   Says "Stick me just a quickie, lick me and leave a hickie"   I stick instead of tricking bread in this chickenheads   One look and said I ain't shit in bed, she must be licking lead   You'd better let your gods recognize the Rhyme Inspector hides   And never sweat them lies about me haters check your eyes   One verse, lung burst, as I done first   Guns, slums, hearse don't stun Perce, where I'm from's worse (sucker)   My new cuts are hot, bodies chewed up a lot   Then flew up the block to a cipher, blew up the spot   Stacks of rhymes, ain't a match for mines, tracks and shine   Leave you back in time in a ?beeler? still ain't at my prime   I'm a stab your face in, trial and shit is wild   I turn the dial, niggas stealing my style   I should file for reparations      "Aesop Rock" "Percee P" *scratched til fade*