Rickety Rackety
Aesop Rock Lyrics

Smack dab in the middle of the cuddles and kills, guerilla jimmy city limits with a bucket of pills hollring 'no I don't immediately ameliorate 'em. I meet 'em, greet 'em, read 'em, and rate 'em, see if I hate 'em.'
I find myself in the midst of love and war, within the boundaries of Guerilla Jimmy's city. I possess pills but refuse to use them to immediately fix problems. Instead, I engage with people, try to understand them, and decide whether or not I dislike them.

Here come the hard rock bump through the speaker top. The tweeter meter blew code def hones in. I pack a lunchbox, walk to the stoning, jump into the chemicals sold in my zoning. I'm irrational, paranoid, tragic. And the button on my chest says 'panic'. Punch it, hold up, don't touch me. I'm a savage from a rabid ass country.
The beat hits harder as the singer volume increases. The tweeter meter is broken and pronounces its error. I prepare for the day like a child packing a lunch, walk to an area where drugs are sold, and dive in. I experience intense emotions and am easily frightened. I am unstable and can be dangerous, so back off.

Who want to get it? You all acquitted. You need to quit it. Getting evicted, you little idiot, pitching tickets. It's sorta tricky the way you want to go get your digits. Body you up at the party, somebody get his mistress.
Who wants to fight me? You think you got away with something, but you need to stop. You're being kicked out, you foolish person who's trying to make money illegally. It's dangerous to try and earn cash in questionable ways. If you push me at a party, someone will have to retrieve your girlfriend's body.

You take a pitch black lung and a purple heart, then you kick back once the inertia start. And when the shipwreck sunk through the perfect dark, the serpent's arch alerts every circled shark. See, bloody salt water sounds the h'ors d'oeuvres alarm, and when the first arm's found we observe the art. Like a belly-acher won't kick face to the curb, rather kick when the face already raped by the worms.
You push yourself to the limits and beyond, hurting your health and emotions. Once you get started, it's hard to stop. When disaster happens and the predators are alerted, it's chaos. The water smells of blood, and everyone attacks the first thing they see. It's not until later that we realize how bad things have gotten, wishing we had acted sooner. We tend to kick things when they're down, as opposed to when they are not vulnerable.

Tasmanian pain coast, ridin'. Very little to say to these politician behind it but this: you better loosen the noose or lose livin'. These little kids walking the ave. quick to produce a biscuit.
I ride along the Pain Coast of Tasmania, not having much to say to the politicians who created the situation. They need to release their control or risk death. The innocent children on the street quickly reach for their guns, ready to take action.

Now you should medicate any area that the pain hits. And when you in the streets you should peep the sets of strangers. The actors that are in fact a cast of chaos. They be looking for any situation they can play on. Respectively injecting these thoughts, detain us. Negative speaking, they be creeping, they entertainers. When you out of data they run through a route that'll save ya. In retrospect, infect and pressing your papers.
If you're in pain, treat it accordingly. When you're outside, be wary of unfamiliar groups. They create chaos and look for opportunities to cause trouble. Their idea is to insert their perspective into ours and control us. They are negative and manipulative, and when we are vulnerable, they work to save us. With hindsight, they infect our minds and exert control over our thoughts.

I design kill pain cave penmanship. Federal analog hog unedited. With a CUNY degree in young numbness. Angels on the rooftop, gun in they trumpets.
I craft lyrics that attack emotional pain head-on. I am raw and unfiltered, even in my use of old-fashioned equipment. My expertise comes from a degree in numbing pain. Angels on the rooftop carry weapons that they use to defend themselves.

I was buried to the neck in them all-start bloopers. Periscope down, hop Boss Hog cruiser. Porcelain or pewter authority wil be over ruled the second jukie uber alles news hit the sewers.
I was trapped in unfavorable situations. I had to use a periscope to escape and managed to board a Boss Hog cruiser. The fake authority is overthrown the moment drug-related news reaches the public.

Rickety Rackety. This city fit my style exactly. With a backspin, and the fat laces, Gazelle glasses, chase rap daily. Rickety Rackety, this city fit my style exactly. Near the train tracks, in the garbage bags, where the cement cracks, we a part of that.
This city fits my style perfectly. I dress in hip hop gear with the latest trends. I reside near train tracks, amidst garbage and decaying concrete, which is part of our lifestyle.

When you take 2 to the vein, introduce 2 to the brain. You don't get used to the pain. A maniac bruising the cage. When cats rush you in the public you be like 'do it again'. He's a motherfucking bloodsucker, he can do what he can.
When you take drugs, it affects not only your veins but also your brain. The pain does not diminish over time. You're like a caged animal hurting yourself in frustration. When people confront you, you don't back down. The person in question is a predator who will do anything to achieve their goals.

On the side of the block, do the bus stop. You paying a fare? That's a trust fund. Little ugly ass duck, life's a fun fuck. Too battered to rush, I walk punch drunk. And the whole world is yours now. Before the steppers are goosed kick your door down. I'm in the getaway whip with Aes Rizzle. He got the same shit stitched in his missles.
On the street corner, people dance to the bus stop beat. Paying your fare is like investing. Sometimes life is strange and absurd. I'm too beat up to move quickly, so I stumble along. The whole world is your oyster. Take advantage of it before someone else does. I'm in a fast car with Aes Rizzle, who is dealing with the same issues.

O.k. lefty field... stealth. Dressed to kill... self. Megawatt with a horizontal neck spin swim funny to vertical bobble head yes men.
I'm changing tactics but still staying concealed. My image kills, but it's just for me. I am powerful and confident, but I can have fun, too.

When the evil falls in it draws to the pours, it gnaws to the core. It's precedented that you represented a percentage that wasn't vintage and the crawlers hate us, you automated, we brought the flavors, niggas you ought to hate us.
When evil is present, it penetrates deeply and affects us. But it's not surprising since we represent a new generation and that bothers some people. We are different than the previous generation, so they resent us. However, they are stuck in their ways, and we bring a fresh perspective.

This nerd rap is a bird trap, my words jap the ??? backstage and get they fur tapped. Little kids running with scissors want to check me. Accidents don't happen. Stupid plants come correctly.
My rhymes trap people like birds in a cage. My words sting those who criticize from behind the scenes. Children with knives try to test me. There is no such thing as an accident when everything is part of a plan. Only those who don't think things through end up making errors.

Don't picket the misfit law, Nancy. The core's no picnic. Mislead whores advancing. No business. Insist lured with candy to cure citizen x with that all-rours dancing. Corporals landing ashore, all soar boned nitwit, rickety rackety porn fancy. Weave through the hell and high water hot zone, diseases in the minute the idiot got home.
Don't criticize those who don't fit into society's standards, Nancy. The center of problems is not a pleasant place to be. Those who exploit others are unacceptable. It's useless to try and tempt us with shallow incentives if you're trying to hide your true intentions. Military personnel landing ashore are trying to stop stupidly greedy individuals who use porn as their tool. It's hard to survive amongst chaos and danger, where seemingly small actions can lead to disastrous outcomes.

Now I'm a teacher, 1st grade, and I want to participate. I want to grade the papers but I don't want to give them A's. O.k. F, D, F-, test time, set timers, call every parent and give 'em a piece of my mind, shit. 'cause I don't want to give a good future, I'll shoot ya. Shoot ya? With an Uzi filled with rulers. Fuck minors, flush minds. Even leaving 'em bruised up. Stack kids, pack cute lunches in the cooler.
Now I'm a first-grade teacher who wants to play a part. However, I don't want to give anyone good grades. I'll reconsider giving F's or D's with possible F-'s on tests and set a timer. Then I'll call the parents and let them know how I feel. I won't give them a good future; I'll give them a violent one. If necessary, I'll injure them with weapons. I'll ruin their minds and leave them battered. I'll stack kids on top of each other and pack them lunches to eat in the cooler.

Rickety Rackety. This city fit my style exactly. Near the fire ladder, where the wires gather, drink water, eat fish, smile after. Rickety Rackety, this pussy fit my dick exactly. With a threesome, giving treatment, sex on drugs, girl you can't keep up.
This city fits my style perfectly. I reside near the fire ladder where wires converge. I indulge in simple pleasures like drinking water, eating fish, and then smiling. This city caters to my sexual desires flawlessly. I engage in threesomes, take drugs to enhance the experience, and am too much for most women to handle.