Aesop Rock - Nickel Plated Pockets Lyrics
* send corrections to the typist[INTRO: Vast Aire & Aesop conversing]Yo, (Alright Ok)Can I get a quarter or something?Little hungry, you know what I'm saying? (Alright Ok)Homeless...I need a Lucy yo...(Yo...)[VERSE ONE]Walk into the store with a pocket full of nickelsAnd a city full of horns, jackhammers, and rape whistlesThe alley cats manipulate the blocks with gutter magicToday my heart beats only out of habitCheck it, it's like..My man Jus used to keep an ox between his teethSaid he could spit it with pinpoint accuracy if there was beefWe chuckled out loudStill the thought of it intrigued me, (right)So now I keep a jackal under my tongue to spit with related reasoningThe earthworm turbulent murder burnout Gerber baby no brain or memoir stardomAlarmed, pardon the ??Robber crumb ugly dumb imageBarely sprung ? now grimaceNearly cut cherry blood's picket wrist back in high school (now it's like)Spy with a millipede pentagon pirate navigates cities some systemsUrbanite turbinesTwisted PistonsTermites that infect ? VillageThere's roaches in the pillars (Spillover)And crawl across commuter-train wingtips and loafersIt's the theme park I builtPocket full of nickels for cigarettes, gum, and milk, bitterness, love, and violenceI'm writing a petition to have smoking as a sportin the 2002 Summer Olympic Games (wanna sign it?)Now look, I jux germs draggin a gavel knee deep in a maggot hatcheryOperation capture flag by any meansIf this means anything at all, anyway it's a riddleWalk into the store with a pocket full of nickels[SEGUE 1: Vast Aire & Aesop Conversing]Ay uh, yo excuse me (Ay Yo) yoCan I borrow a dollar or something? (Ah sorry man) nickel?(Sorry man, I can't help you out dog) Quarter?Something man?(Yeah I only got enough for like cigarettes and shit man)Alright man, I see how it is (I'm straight)[VERSE TWO]Walk into the store with a pocket full of nickelsAnd a city full of World Trade Center victim candle vigilsThere's anthrax in our mailboxes and Xanax in my tummyThere's a single Spanish female out west traveling the countryFreak of ?? glazer major running basesNeighborhood watch weasels pacing ugly acres more than oftenIf I ever make it big, I'm gonna build a skyscraper tall enough to piss oncloud 9 egos from my corner officeYou can't pull the plug on a catapult (nope)I toss a nickel to a bum's cup from twenty paces thumbs upGot twenty ways to tell you shut the ***** upNineteen of em are 24 bars long, the other one goes (SHUT THE ***** UP!)And an electronic daddy long legs stay grimy up in your zoning wallGroveling villagers, trying to hide behind the windmillI just got in pig-back through subway tunnels with a third rail nearestWhile most still try to penetrate the alligator plants (It goes)Back in the class, throwing pencils at professorsAnd making barbarellas giggleThat's when life's pleasures were simpleNow it takes a dancing bear jumping through flaming hoopsto even make em buy the god-forsaken single!Though shall not desecrate the soothing spiralaltered by a classic cut to vinylFind that in the Bible!My insult Militia'll fix you upOut by the pyramid shaped torso with your hollow numbskull balancing on topNow if you got a lock and gas mask outside of your own apartmentYou could pretty safely quote ShamarLife's Ill, sometimes Life might kill, sometimes prayers dwindleWalk into the store with a pocket full of nickels[SEGUE 2: Vast Aire & Aesop Conversing]Yo (ay what's up man?) Yo can I ohh...No..Never mind man (I can't help you out man)*****! (Yo man, I'm trying to help myself out right now)*****ing asked you for a Lucy and you turned me down (Dog, I'm sorry dog!)[VERSE THREE]Walk into the store, same pocket, same nickelsIn a city where every crack in the sidewalk's a symbolWhere there's crack in the basement, where there's crack in the slave shipsWhere there's crack whores and corrupt pigs killing cats trying to crack casesMy boombox runs on a baboon heart transplant (This is hell!)I got a poltergeist on a leash trained by Caroline herselfTwo Thousand something...Technology aid itself gluttonEvery move I make's from a robot gepetto pressing a red buttonIt's Vietnam in the fumesYes I run with cannibals that bite the handthat feeds cuz it tastes better than the foodThe prickly outer shell's genetic, it helps defense modeBut it also helps to ***** up a couple of sacred friendshipsWatch a six legged insect crawl out of the billy goat beardWatch a sick makeshift ***** threat fall out when the filthy smoke clearsWatch the insect's stinger sting threat till it has sweat a bulletSweat a full clip, sweat a river, dead the bullshit, sail away and witherYou're the kind of cat that rolls a pimped out Caddydropped with rims and limousine tints bucking EnyaInsert laughter hereI wanna rap a lot and stack cheddar by the fistfulBut for now, I walk into the store with a pocket full of huhh...[OUTRO: Vast Aire & Aesop conversing]Excuse me man (alright ok)Can I..Can I borrow a dollar or something to eat?...(alright ok) I'm..I'm hungryI'm saying yo...(alright ok) (Look at that..)I'm homeless man (Look at that bum) (alright ok)I fought for this country man (yeah)Sleep on park benches....starvin'All I need is like a lucy and like a sandwich or somethin' man..Wiping my ass with the Daily News man...c'mon man..Sleepin' with squirrels (Oh my god, What are you doing with that squirrel?)
