Jazz Hands - Aesop Rock/Blockhead.mp3

[00:01.235][Verse]
[00:01.500]Love note to the whole **** show
[00:03.098]Postmarked from a lighthouse in the blunt smoke
[00:05.745]Dear mother****ers, I'm teetering, if you must know
[00:08.668]Wolf at the door like a bug to the fructose
[00:11.330]Niece on the phone saying, "Ian, you should visit more"
[00:13.719]We could build forts while the pigs court civil war
[00:17.432]Miss you, miss you more, see you on the far side
[00:22.678]Scuffed shoes, couple new scars in the archive
[00:23.742]I'm not here to pull scarves out
[00:25.338]Here to pick tumblers underwater with his arms bound
[00:28.266]From in chains to the heart of where art thou
[00:30.920]I'm out there down to throw grapnel at a guard tower
[00:34.366]Down to spray piss on a cop car
[00:37.292]It's rage in the form of Renaissance art
[00:39.686]Can't treat it like a job at the stockyard
[00:42.078]And feign shock when they turn the block to a pockmark
[00:44.991]Stock parts knocking on Mach 1 to Camp Lo
[00:47.651]Amped up eyes glowing unknown pantones
[00:50.576]Drive 'til it feels like a Van Gogh
[00:54.030]Lest I cheetah me some antelope
[00:55.880]Partly cloudy, palpable panic in the troposphere
[00:58.808]Wake a giant, poke a bear, we don't do smoke and mirrors
[01:02.529]We do do a medkit and spare clothes
[01:04.655]Leave a mother****er nowhere close
[01:07.301]New superpower that I picked up in a frenzy
[01:09.697]I could draw a roof on fire from memory
[01:13.417]Each and every sketch another bloodletting
[01:15.282]In a wake of escalation and excessive rubbernecking
[01:18.196]The champ can't look away, drink it in
[01:20.588]Strobe lights, smoke, no life, no lifeguard, sink or swim
[01:24.042]Ring around the king of pain, bring acetaminophen
[01:26.434]You either see the vision or dinner with demolition men
[01:29.627]Boom
[01:30.411]Flame to the fuse to the barrel
[01:32.008]I step into the room, split an arrow with an arrow
[01:35.197]The first trick shot is just to show them that I dabble
[01:38.389]I will not be aiming for the apple
[01:40.517]Lately, I treat every interaction as a living wake
[01:43.163]Thanking people close to me before the photo pixelate
[01:46.354]New day, folk down to play the game different
[01:48.749]Changed and going from being chased to playing chicken
[01:52.459]Get your whole roadmap Pac Man'd
[01:54.322]Black mask snack on whatever's in the dash cam
[01:57.775]It's not an ad, hashtag, or a tap dance
[02:00.170]Patsy, the revolution will not have jazz hands
[02:03.358]I know you're alien to matters of the heart and mind
[02:05.743]That shit that make you park the car and scream into the dark of night
[02:08.665]Some days, I wanna build a rocket to the Kármán line
[02:11.327]Ten, nine, eight, keep your head and arms inside, yeah