Antisocial
Aesop Rock Lyrics


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[looped sample]

It's like antisocial
hazardous portion organically nourished couraged to flourish and muses often
Lunged nicotine dream missing languorous
Caution we proclaim until brain's off like Sagittarius
Shield. Yield to the eye mescaline killer veals
Stonegates marching moodily until plural styles immaculated beautifully.
Rudely awoke.
Sing rumble blue conglomerates sucking up lung while brushing parasitic critics to my left side.
I test glide kamikaze crashed to thoughtless on my preface.
The therapeutic unit recommended.
Now slow-mo Quasimotos teeter on ringleader status while I spit satellite photos while teetering on the stratus.
Sleepwalking the atlas after none. Trudge and nudge my ninety-nine octane brain to one-oh-one.
Run to organize my mood like quarterize my wound and climb up.
Lovely samaritans line up like bar codes for a fraction of my factions.
The hollow of his hand beholds contraptions via
Amplified files collapsed in cacophonic conquest. My specs up.
More postille and docile insubordinance your phylum.
For a dotta asylum swarmed your coordinates. Rush.
Must not sleep, must warn others.
I'll tourniquet your turbulence then trample on your stutters.
If I could displace every vagrant in America with traces of my character the Earth would be a more pitiful habitat.
With infinite acres of auto-cry eight can aid ya. Swung open the nomenclature to obscure wool-lock trickery. Pure
Has not got tossed back by liquors supporting patience, working knuckles for audio duplication.
That's like fiending for a purpose.

[looped sample]

Aesop Rock, prototype Robocop
Jabberwocky rocking on the highest hilltop.
I possess two siamese styles that's like connected at the mic hollering monstrous.
Poly-tech impeded indidgy progress, deaf,
Swept off your meridian. It's operation Start With a Slummy Raped Your Milk and Honey.
Can I like, conjure up like all potent components of like,
Middle siblings scribbling on his lonesome like,
Hit him with my ninety-nine metal plated mics upon the wall, take them down, pass them round, rock them all. Bust it.
I'm forever building my City of Lost Children ripping rungs off your ladder at a
Sardonic smirk. Ebonics lurking where the crop circles got stamped out from the rain dance.
Tsunami rain blast tipped off like origami frames and sloppy braincasted class-a-piece mastered to capture your flag then flutter.
While slaves defy water, start roofing paper bags.
The magic-maker dragging devils to add triple sixes melted triple glitches on your console.
I calibrate my mics prior to claim and shit is rockable.
Unlock and pull a backdoor for the bounce.
While cannily panicking was the average. I broadcast modern boredom mesozoic poetry pupils.
Caught up in scruples from the inimical nature of my program.
Elegant, the overcast password cursed on a tactless bastard, catatonic until personal practice mastered.





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Overall Meaning

The song Antisocial by Aesop Rock is a lyrical masterpiece that delves into the complex themes of isolation and self-doubt. The opening lines of the song set the tone by using the metaphor of a hazardous portion to describe the singer's antisocial behavior. The phrase "organically nourished" suggests that the character's isolation is born out of a need for self-preservation rather than a lack of social skills, and the line "courage to flourish" hints at the idea that the character's isolation is a source of strength rather than weakness. The use of Sagittarius as a simile for a brain turned off suggests a sense of detachment and disconnection, as Sagittarius is associated with freedom and adventure.


The song continues with a number of internal rhymes and wordplay that showcase Aesop Rock's impressive penmanship. The line "sing rumble blue conglomerates" is particularly striking, as it paints a vivid picture of a chaotic, noisy world. The use of the phrase "kamikaze crashed" to describe the singer's thoughtlessness is an interesting choice, as it suggests a sense of recklessness and self-destructiveness. The line "trudge and nudge my ninety-nine octane brain to one-oh-one" speaks to the idea of pushing oneself to the brink of exhaustion in order to achieve a goal.


Line by Line Meaning

It's like antisocial
I feel disconnected from society and prefer to keep to myself


hazardous portion organically nourished couraged to flourish and muses often
I am fueled by dangerous experiences that give me a natural high and inspire me to create art


Lunged nicotine dream missing languorous
I am addicted to smoking and often daydream about it, feeling lazy and sluggish without it


Caution we proclaim until brain's off like Sagittarius
We preach caution but often ignore our own advice, behaving recklessly like astrological Sagittarius


Shield. Yield to the eye mescaline killer veals
We protect ourselves but give in to the temptation of mind-altering drugs like mescaline, a killer of perception


Stonegates marching moodily until plural styles immaculated beautifully.
We move through life with a somber attitude until we find our artistic voice, expressing ourselves beautifully


Rudely awoke.
We were abruptly awoken from our slumber, likely from a disturbing dream or overwhelming thought


Sing rumble blue conglomerates sucking up lung while brushing parasitic critics to my left side.
We sing about the struggles of living in a city, where pollution and negative criticism surround us


I test glide kamikaze crashed to thoughtless on my preface.
I took a risk and failed miserably, feeling thoughtless and foolish


The therapeutic unit recommended.
I need mental or emotional healing, suggested by a professional therapist


Now slow-mo Quasimotos teeter on ringleader status while I spit satellite photos while teetering on the stratus.
I move slowly and clumsily but have become a leader, using my creative talents to paint vivid pictures in people's minds


Sleepwalking the atlas after none. Trudge and nudge my ninety-nine octane brain to one-oh-one.
I am aimlessly wandering the world, feeling lost and confused. I try to motivate myself to action, pushing my brain to its limit


Run to organize my mood like quarterize my wound and climb up.
I am trying to control my emotions like I would stop bleeding from a wound and move forward with determination


Lovely samaritans line up like bar codes for a fraction of my factions.
People offer to help me at a discount, hoping to join my group or benefit from my success


The hollow of his hand beholds contraptions via
He holds secret devices in the palm of his hand


Amplified files collapsed in cacophonic conquest. My specs up.
Chaos ensues as I increase the volume of my music, hyping up the energy in the room


More postille and docile insubordinance your phylum.
I am not easily influenced by authority, preferring to be my own person regardless of my environment


For a dotta asylum swarmed your coordinates. Rush.
People are coming to me for safety, rushing to my location for protection


Must not sleep, must warn others.
I must stay awake and alert to share an important message


I'll tourniquet your turbulence then trample on your stutters.
I will help you overcome your struggles before confidently crushing any self-doubt or hesitation


If I could displace every vagrant in America with traces of my character the Earth would be a more pitiful habitat.
I believe I am not the norm, and that if everyone were like me, the world would not be a better place


With infinite acres of auto-cry eight can aid ya. Swung open the nomenclature to obscure wool-lock trickery. Pure
There is endless potential with technology, enough to help you in any situation. I reveal secrets to expose deceit and falsehoods


Has not got tossed back by liquors supporting patience, working knuckles for audio duplication.
I have not succumbed to the influence of alcohol and remain focused on working hard for my music career


That's like fiending for a purpose.
I have an intense desire to find meaning and purpose in my life


Aesop Rock, prototype Robocop
I see myself as a creative powerhouse, always moving forward and improving like a futuristic robot


Jabberwocky rocking on the highest hilltop.
I am a mythical creature, rocking out on top of the metaphorical mountain of success


I possess two siamese styles that's like connected at the mic hollering monstrous.
I have two distinct styles that flow seamlessly together, creating a powerful and intense sound


Poly-tech impeded indidgy progress, deaf,
The overwhelming influence of technology has stunted creativity and growth, leaving me feeling stuck


Swept off your meridian. It's operation Start With a Slummy Raped Your Milk and Honey.
You have been taken off course, and I am launching an all-out attack on the corrupt and unjust aspects of society


Can I like, conjure up like all potent components of like,
Can I summon all of the powerful elements that make me who I am, and channel them into my creative work?


Middle siblings scribbling on his lonesome like,
I am working alone, like the forgotten middle child, creating my art in isolation


Hit him with my ninety-nine metal plated mics upon the wall, take them down, pass them round, rock them all. Bust it.
I am ready to wow the crowd with my powerful music, using multiple microphones to amplify my sound


I'm forever building my City of Lost Children ripping rungs off your ladder at a
I am always working on creating my art and achieving my goals, even if it means hindering the progress of others


Sardonic smirk. Ebonics lurking where the crop circles got stamped out from the rain dance.
I express a cynical grin, as if I know something you do not. I use African American vernacular to add depth to my lyrics


Tsunami rain blast tipped off like origami frames and sloppy braincasted class-a-piece mastered to capture your flag then flutter.
My music is like a powerful wave crashing down, unfolding in intricate patterns that eventually reveal a masterful work of art


While slaves defy water, start roofing paper bags.
People are willing to do whatever it takes to survive, even if it means repurposing everyday items to meet their needs


The magic-maker dragging devils to add triple sixes melted triple glitches on your console.
I am a master at crafting enchanting music that seduces even the most evil aspects of society


I calibrate my mics prior to claim and shit is rockable.
I prepare my equipment and focus before starting to create music, ensuring that the final product will be high quality


Unlock and pull a backdoor for the bounce.
I am ready to open up and bring energy to the music, inviting others to join me in creating a vibrant sound


While cannily panicking was the average. I broadcast modern boredom mesozoic poetry pupils.
Most people are frenzied and anxious, while I calmly create art. My music speaks to those who are bored with modern society


Caught up in scruples from the inimical nature of my program.
I am conflicted due to the harmful influence of society on my creative process


Elegant, the overcast password cursed on a tactless bastard, catatonic until personal practice mastered.
My music is sophisticated and elegant, with a secret password that only those in the know can understand. I remain unmoving until I perfect my craft




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Comments from YouTube:

@fuckyougoogleihateyou2008

For everyone butchering the Pharoahe Monch sample, it's "When I'm in a renovative state of mind I'm innovative."

@atoasttototoro

MUST NOT SLEEP...
MUST WARN OTHERS...

@cybinshroom9598

Aphex Brain u gay

@pendragon5573

He says this later in his album Float. The song is "Commencement At The Obedience Academy".

@thomasmccauley6212

@@pendragon5573 it's tatted on his arms its from invasion of the bodysnatchers

@chetrok1

Man havent heard this ish in fkn forever so dope, with the Pharoah

@clevelandbrown7806

"When im in a state of mind im innovative, moving in nautical miles with style."

@fuckyougoogleihateyou2008

It's "When I'm in a renovative state of mind I'm innovative." It's a Pharoahe Monch line from the Organized Konfusion track "Bring It On."

@cybinshroom9598

Cleveland Brown u Gay

@marcoangelo

"Hit them with my 99 metal plated mics upon the wall; take 'em down, pass them round rock them all. Bust it." Such a sick line

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