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Aesop Rock - The Cut (Official Audio)

LISTEN/BUY: https://rse.lnk.to/IHIAMTT MUSIC/MERCH: https://AesopRock.com Video Credits: Illustrated and animated by Justin “Coro” Kaufman Audio Credits: Produced, written & performed by Aesop Rock. Cuts by Forest Pond. Mixed by Joey Raia. Mastered by Joe LaPorta at Sterling Sound, NYC. Project coordinated by K. Beacham, E. Williams, A. Everson & J. Daley. Executive produced by I. Bavitz, S. Daley & B. Sayers. Lyrics: Pick a puddle with the bridge and tunnel tumbleweed I somersault with someones who ain’t fucking with that doublespeak Barely up for single speak, don’t run up on some fun police If something tougher isn’t done unplugging all your puppy teeth I can’t explain to y’all how much time I don’t have for this Infinite amounts that ban exactly it, let’s pack it in Or spin some actual axes at each other, happy hunting The trick is how to trap and stuff what’s added up to nothin’ For so long, it’s like throwing a book at a ghost You could damage the book, plus they just poof into smoke It’s like, fumbling your phone to get a photo of a bigfoot Then failing to convince your friends it isn't just some tribute With a trickster and gorilla suit, then you’re questioning your own account of things Maybe that close encounter wasn’t how it seemed Find me in the truck, sizing other drifters up Hi-C in the cup Yo, I be in the cut The cut, the cut, the cut Yo, I be in the cut Yo, I be in the cut The cut, the cut, the cut Yo, I be in the cut Trap doors open up and swallow my lame guests You’re welcome to stop in, just watch what you say next I get em saying less at the station that doesn’t take requests We play from traded cassettes and the straight to VHS We read off trivial pursuit cards from the goodwill Porting bagels from long island to a mountain over Who-ville Then repel into the foothills, waving from the wavy lane Radio silent, running errands on a 80s shape Radio flyer pulling prey to the fire I’m in the area ashy, my name engraved on my lighter Swap myself into a frame at the neighborhood diner That’s the kinda game we admire Rooftop of night market eye a mark in a thin crowd I shimmy down the closest pole, behold the ol’ get in get out Dicey little mutt, winding other littles up Hide your chicken club, Yo, I be in the cut The cut, the cut, the cut Yo, I be in the cut Yo, I be in the cut The cut, the cut, the cut Yo, I be in the cut Brick roads come in many colors There’s many different wizards, and vigilante justice And simple family functions that should come with panic buttons And learning how to always hunt your supper standing upwind Jump up, tuck, spin, land on one knee Fist down, split this town along jump street ‘Where you learned that one?’, I actually never done that before I black out, and death becomes you and yours Woke with blood on my mouth, went to wash up at the Applebees Cut my hair and disappear into the commonality Then hear about some massacre on the news at 11 What kinda monster would be moving so reckless If it’s up then I give a fuck who approve of the message I’m in the mood to mush a lieutenant, come root for the menace Ooo, hiding in the shrubs, high, or writhing in the mud Might be in a cult Yo, I be in the cut The cut, the cut, the cut Yo, I be in the cut Yo, I be in the cut The cut, the cut, the cut Yo, I be in the cut