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Aesop Rock

Genres: Hip-Hop

The Greatest Pac-man Victory In History Lyrics - Aesop Rock

(Chorus) 

Get up to get down now 

Get up to get down now (like this) 

Get up to get down now (like this) 

Get up to get down now (alright) 

I don't wanna do it anymore 

Couldn't do it if I tried, wouldn't do it if I wanted it 

 

Hey 

I don't wanna do it anymore 

Couldn't do it if I tried... 

 

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(Verse 1) 

Okay 

The moments were subtle but unstolen and guess who owns them 

No friendly, non-threatening corporate lacky mucks in the totem 

Lucy was in the sky with diamonds 

Five dollars to hold them 

The summer beneath these Pac-Man's with acid behind his molars 

Little white tab hollering, little white flag waggling 

Inorganic pat on back, trim the panic flat on backer 

Back to back like Mad Hatter magic 

Rabid mastif collaborative 

Splatter bachelor fabric fatter with Cabbage Patch lit 

(Dark days) 

Banded Louie-Louie 

(Park blades) 

Chemically bent-up but eager to crash for that one, two, three repeater 

Good morning Vietnam 

Whose couch is this, whose house is this, who are you down with bitch? 

I'm sorry, dog, I dreamt the foulest shit 

There was this rabid foot talismen drowning out of my armspan 

What's fouler was the other farmhands growing gills and shark fangs 

What's fouler was my torso stripped to ribbons in the marshlands 

But I'm up now 

Let's get this window pane and shut the fuck down 

Down by the river where the litter sits 

And lionheart critters smoke dope and act like illiterates 

I ran with a brat pack of loose bolts and high social maladjusties 

Sacred, numb, and boundless went to same proto called cookie 

Well, I was dummy to some when my tongue was cradled and my skin looks crazy 

Pocketbook mirror, courtesy Amy 

Spiders in the mattress, paisley sunglasses, dialing eyes green 

Ice grill that could burn through your picture-in-picture widescreen 

Poison late late show starring Aes and his jigsaw face 

Twelve hour solid gold entertainment 

Other shit to sell from other ships that sell they DD paper 

(Space Invader) 

This one's for the labor days worked for rent and rolling papers 

Only the illest beats leak asbsurdly out the boombox 

The daytripper anthem goes: "Wake. Drop. Walk to Aquarium." 

Whistle while you work like a canary lung 

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy to carry drugs 

I sorta see it as my last flash summer 

Skateboards and sloppy psychedelics and big numbers 

Good times, good people 

All airbrushed on a collapsible easel 

Peace man, easy 

 

Photos 

 

(Bridge) 

And I knew the permanancy would drift 

And I knew the ph balance wasn't right 

And I knew the crash and burn, how to caress it 

L.S.D. flashed the message 

And I knew the gash wasn't gonna stop bleeding 

And I knew the ph balance wasn't right 

And I knew how September would then affect it 

L.S.D. 

 

(Verse 2) 

Lazy summer days 

Like some decrepit landshark dumbluck squad dog lurks sicker, deluded 

Last sturdy domino leans secluded 

Don't let stupid delusions lesson super-duty labor students 

Dragnet lifer solutions 

Daddy loves sloppy dimensions like son-daughter links 

Such determinated leopards, successfully disshelved 

Little soliders developed like serpents despite life sentence ducking 

lemmings 

Some don't like sobriety's dirty lenses 

Some do let sleeping dogs lie still 

Don't look so damn lackluster 

Suck defeat 

Love some damage, load sample delete 

Late Show, Dave Letterman, shitty diner lip-slide dutch 

Low self-discipline leader seek that lung self-destruct 

Life sucks dickhead 

Lost summer's display laminate showcasing divinity 

Live system definitive 

Liturgy soaked the pig lowly, spectactular delight 

Why, what kind of L.S.D. you like? 

Your lizard king has spoken (all hail) 

You in the back, get them up, those trails are necessarily bumped 

(Summertime) 

Some'll try and recapture the same flag 

But I played it smart and recognized the summertime passed 

 

(Chorus) 

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