AESOP ROCK - Tetra lyrics
rate meDon't fool with his cool
I turn a staff to a snake and back, evade crack
Shake a 5150 in shades and a fake 'stache
Dirt bike made of 5 worse bikes, uphill
Tabletop frames on dutch tilt, crush kill
Maker bot, coin-op arcade punk
Talkin' arcane science, dark age pulp
4 eyes, carb face, Bar-Kays iron on
Pork rinds, orange-aid, jarred brains die alone
No mulligans, crowbar his bird cage
Cold, colonize Mars on Earth day
And surface from the cellar door like worms into the petrichor
Messenger, better yet a vessel for a tetris score
Zilch, cowabunga, homies call me, "press ignore"
Devastating energy exploding off his tesla coil
Farm bated breath and temperamental tremors
That taught him how to wave with ten percent of his fingers
And I've never lost tic-tac-toe to a live chicken for the footage
I'm off cam dyamite fishing
The diamondback rattles in his holy grail
Evoke colony collapse via gross betrayal
3 wolf moon shirt, 2 shoes, one sock
Wore the same hoodie everyday like Mumra
Badum-bum, follow the regenerated rebel flesh
Out of sorts, out of water, suicidal tetra fish
Who stood by the conviction in his "we should be together less, forevermore
Before we are the severed heads of civil war"
Invasive radio ricochet off his silver foil
Trash can fire looking for a kill to grill or spoil
Quickly, purveyors of the fine hi-jinx
I know, this is why we can't have nice things
I prefer to skip the pleasantries
Flip the diner table, dip in time for Final Jeopardy, no shit
Don't fool with his cool
Magpies, hoarders, and allied forces
Who lick zig-zags being dragged by horses
Transcribe stories in patterns of pins dropping
Skinned boards and exaggerated limb-lopping
Slow Mozart; no I've never heard of knocking
Might've burst in on it's splits or skin popping
Opt out, sober on the eve of no saints day
Locate and aim for the token propane tank, bang!
Followed from a pulling of hair
To a homecoming sullied by a skull on a spear
It spun a human resources issue to public affair
Reciprocity is a pestilent compulsion to bear
And ultimately unfulfilling
Concurrently that rigid upper lip and grudge are crippling
The wonder twins of bitching
Arm chair hater, I wouldn't piss on your coffin
But when I see your picture I draw dicks on it
The ozone breakaway tux
Hold chicken wire ribs and paper mache guts
Pipe cleaner mustache, rope hands, google eyes
Macaroni gas face, no plan to humanize
You are now rocking with the worst
Nothing up his sleeve, nothing here is what it seems
Paranormal weather, mysteriously disappearing bees
Not to mention the collateral delirium it breeds
Jeeze, forgive him any dicey past
He's from a tiny town called "death's icy grasp"
And he don't get out much, but when he do it's Beatlemania
Do not be asleep at the feet of his feelers radius
Too charitable to offer any average joe
Some real estate between the big mouth billy bass and jackelope
Cozy in a moment of bliss, I'll snatch your food off your plate
I'll snatch a goat off a bridge...no shit
Don't fool with his cool
