Babies With Guns
Aesop Rock Lyrics


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Radio check check
Video check check
This is how the city-folk and mole-people connect-nect
Somebody warped the message, tried to pass it to the next next
Data-perforated counties making you upset-set

Harvest all Brand-X Clark Kents to worm food
Carbon heart, buried his nozzle in fossil marker art
Pardon, cadaver had a legitimate pulse
And littered volts all over the village where the skittish pigeons molt
Bastard polter-gasps when the pigeon with Lazarus billy-goat whiskers
He roasted sea-salt in the open blisters
But blind anarchy slips through the cracks
See naked martyrs with Bubblelicious on fishing rods itching to pull it back
With that organic invention incubated to have some ?? to make it through
?? on paper now, a lot of details later
And lot of crews will taper out
A wooly mayor souse, who ?? happy shooting at the bladed mouth
Bazooka Tooth zoo-keep the paper route with janky funds and favors
Cradled by twelve empty Zelda heart containers
Man, it's freezing in this brick bitch, winter forever
Like Punxatawny Phil found with his four furry wrists severed
I walk face-first through the sex, drugs, and church
With wild things that make Maurice Sendak question his early works
But no hostages, no promises
Out the clock corporate constant sprockets
Now clocked-off grommets
Running from a rabid ring-wraith click basilisk
Serpentine, in and out of traffic jam and murder scenes
Scrub blood of the AF-152, pick up first degrees
Some toddlers smuggled Tommy guns and crack into the nurseries
Dog, there's a fucking baby at the door asking for wallets (yeah?)
And those ain't twin Beanie Babies inside his pockets (nope!)
2010 sonograms showed the Magnum formed directly out the fetus
Evolution for the young killer convenience

Radio check check
Video check check
This is how the city-folk and mole-people connect-nect
Somebody warped the message, tried to pass it to the next next
Data-perforated counties making you upset-set

Magazine check check
Paper route check check
This is how the hermit and the busy bee connect-nect
Somebody's losing track of their flesh-and-bloods and arrests-rests
Polka-dotted landscapes, what did you expect-pect?

Now a-days, even the babies got guns
Diaper snipers having clock-tower fun
Misplace the bottle, might catch a bad one
Have a mid-life crisis when you're ten years young

If this Jesus piece around your neck is bigger than your pistol
It makes homicide okie-dokie and your god will forgive you
Just show the saints at Heaven's gate you should be on the list
"I heard he overlooks manslaughter for a tattooed crucifix"
Twisty, fishy, contradicty, wild animal ship fleet
Off the sliding board dock of the Mr. Turtle pool mom bought
Somewhere they laminate dry bones and cool water and ease medulla
After you thumb-suck and diaper-change get burped and shoot the school up
I'd do it too, but only to exploit no-brainers
Teenager beef passed alligator teeth and extra-curricular flagpole scrapping
Amongst tadpoles that have yellow backbones
De-mechanism brought airborne shrapnel scraps to hassle captains
By the itchy index of an umbilically-garped fraggle baby
Fragile maybe, you think?
Chopped shop and a mislead, maladjustee trustee locked box
Hiding clips that light the sky in seconds
like newly communal hop-scotch gives them leverage
Cut them with mortars while I mumble
in the immortal slang of mushmouth for the anti-led Nirvana
I used to think I'd get hit by a bus or something dumb and dumber
That or bust the slugs plugged by the newest kiddie thug wonder
Self-victim kings who rep a wide pride dosage
For tomorrow the holsters are bound to outnumber the roaches
I'm not a coach
But that won't even jolt the immobile
when global terrorism's all the rage and folk get smoked local
Block, if you need me (yeah?)
I had to bounce to DC (yeah?)
To bullet-proof mom's flower garden before the war cheats me (yeah?)
If I'm not back in a week tell the crew I said "peace" and lay low
Strays don't vacate slow

Radio check check
Video check check
This is how the city-folk and mole-people connect-nect
Somebody warped the message, tried to pass it to the next next
Data-perforated counties making you upset-set

Magazine check check
New flash check check
This is how the hermit and the busy bee connect-nect
Somebody's losing track of their flesh-and-bloods and arrests-rests
Polka-dotted landscapes, what did you expect-pect?

Now a-days, even the babies got guns
Diaper snipers having clock-tower fun
Misplace the bottle, might catch a bad one
Have a mid-life crisis when you're ten years young

Aboard the battleship grey sky
The day I got the phone call Jam Master Jay died
So now I'll probably never write another "Daylight"
Because the stingers ?? a ?? into the portable hay-rides
It adds it up when a pioneer fall, in comparison to your 99 bottle of beer wall




There's banana peels in your hamster wheels, hand cannons in your shoebox, please
Mine's got Adidas, rest in peace

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Aesop Rock's song "Babies With Guns" are a commentary on the state of society and the increasing prevalence of violence and weaponry, particularly among young people. The song begins by highlighting the ways in which technology, such as radio and video, has both connected and divided people, with messages becoming distorted in the process. The lyrics then turn to the theme of violence, with references to the death of Jam Master Jay and the proliferation of guns even among babies in diapers. Aesop Rock expresses his concern about young people being raised in a culture of violence, where it is becoming increasingly normal for them to have guns and engage in violent behavior. He also touches on themes of religion, hypocrisy, and the commodification of violence through fashion and other media.




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: ANTHONY SIMON, IAN BAVITZ

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SADMANMUSIC35

Underated album right here.

Epic Reactions

All jokes aside, one of the Illest MCs out there. Listening to him is an adventure. Nuff said.

Jarvalicious

12 years later and still true

NETFOXFEDLOCKTIMEEXPERIMENT

When I went to school just as many kids listened to Aesop as do Tyler nowadays. This is how the city folk and mole people connect! Stupid baby. :) Every piece of art strives to be high concept. You don't just look at what is is, you look at what it entails, and therefore what it MEANS! While Tyler seems broad that's just a part of it, zoom out and see what he's doing as a whole; his image says just as much in itself as Aesop says in all his old school poetic glory. Just different modes.

Underfunded Klutz

omg someone finally uploaded the original in its entirety without any BS... thank you sir!

xehpa25

Truly the Shakespeare of hip hop and in a league of his own.

Postcinct

+xehpa25 I think Akala has claimed that title.

xehpa25

+Upfade from a vocabulary view point I would have to politly disagree. However if the comparison was based on political views and society I would have to agree with you. Checkout A-f-r-o if you haven't already. 17 year old kid, his mom use to punish him by making him read the dictionary, he is unbelievable.

Postcinct

xehpa25
That sounds like a good outcome to a pretty shitty background, I'll be sure to check him. But yeah, I would actually say Aes' vocab is way out there ahead of most anyone.

xehpa25

+Upfade totally.

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