Acid King-Malibu Ken/Aesop Rock/Tobacco

[00:13.11]The magic is black, backyard happy and fertile [00:17.92]For Kasso, the Acid King of the Black Circle [00:19.55]Same year Bowie dropped [00:20.66]Two horns hatched and matured to gore Northport's '84 [00:23.26]Here is '84: Mary Lou Retton, Excitebike, AIDS, Jeopardy! [00:26.26]Wake up the Orwell in me [00:27.10]Crack rock, anyway: seventeen summers in developing [00:29.48]Would it be the middle school or ketamine? Guess [00:31.38]Left home in the dark [00:32.65]To curl up in a bear hug in Suffolk County's arms [00:34.61]With a bevy of heavy metal records and leather bibles [00:36.62]More Anton LaVey than Saint Michael [00:38.65]More sherm in a Ford on bricks behind Midas [00:40.83]Fly with the pentagram pilots [00:42.48]Sabbath and Judas and all tunes prudent [00:44.39]Seems tame now, but then it was Devil music [00:46.33]Rick Six, the nickname clicks [00:48.18]Makeshift altar in a clearing in the sticks [00:49.99]Forfeit a kitten by the forks from the kitchen [00:52.02]With horsemen who drew the same symbols [00:53.57]Pitchforks waving out a grand theft four by four support system [00:56.24]Alas; Angus on the ax in the back [00:58.14]Foreground offering a pitch-dark animal corpse [01:00.50]And backyard black mass [01:01.45]And a brash curiosity opt for grave robbery [01:03.49]To puff and pluck skulls at a cemetery property [01:05.52]Cops cuff him and stuff him in Amityville Asylum [01:07.83]It's fantasy island for Noah's Lions, at the time [01:09.77]South Oaks, but focus on the environment [01:11.22]And how it couldn't loosen the Lucifer out his client [01:13.17]Who would flee [01:14.04]Pale moon, pale horse howling death [01:15.38]And LSD to make it mean more than it meant [01:17.15]Pay attention: here's where the whole thing sours [01:19.58]And goes from intriguing to wowzers [01:20.96]At a party, a passed out drunk Kasso gets got for 10 bags of dust [01:24.64]Now it's not a big town, and people have big mouths [01:26.46]So he fishes around 'til he figures it out [01:28.18]Gary Lauwers, seventeen years young [01:30.18]You have no idea what you've done [01:32.11]Track him down, beat him pissy [01:33.99]He got five bags back, still owes him fifty [01:36.01]Oh Ricky, Ricky, do we hound him for loot? [01:38.06]Or show him how the hellbound do? Hmm... [01:40.08]Kasso waives all debts [01:41.82]Says, "Let's just go and get baked instead" [01:43.66]Two shake hands and the beef play dead [01:45.78]Though it's more like a skeeter shaking a web [01:47.51]And along came a spider with two of his friends [01:49.51]It was into the woods, a delusional mess [01:51.28]Four kids dipped in a black hole bath [01:53.30]June 16, Kasso snaps [01:55.19]Off-guard Gary tackled and pinned [01:57.05]Sees Rick pull a knife from his jacket and grin [01:59.01]Raise that knife like a sword to the moon [02:00.88]Plunge that knife through a portrait of youth, going [02:03.18]"Say you love Satan, say you love Satan" [02:04.87]Lauwers ain't say it, just cave to the facelift [02:07.25]Thirty-two stab wounds, gouged out eyes [02:08.80]Burns on his skin, not a cloud in the sky [02:10.68]Kasso had later explained he was told [02:12.55]By Satan himself in the form of a crow [02:14.34]To murder the kid cold [02:15.22]A part of a pristine whole [02:16.79]No, no, no, no, no... [02:18.95]And just had to brag [02:20.14]Until somebody sad just had to rat [02:21.97]Sat in a cell as a merchant of hate [02:23.96]Who would hang from his sheet before the third day [02:25.82]Some say Kasso was part of a cult [02:27.75]But I'm sure there was more than we're told [02:29.59]More than adults or authority could rightly decode [02:31.81]Or maybe I'm wrong and he's finally home [02:33.61]Kasso! [02:49.39]It's starting to feel like a nice night [02:51.19]Hold close to the highs and the white light [02:53.18]Hold close to the good you are drawn to [02:55.10]These woods were grown to disarm you [02:56.90]It's starting to feel like a nice night [02:58.90]Hold close to the highs and the white light [03:00.82]Hold close to the good you are drawn to [03:02.65]These woods were grown to disarm you [03:04.59]It's starting to feel like a nice night [03:06.51]Hold close to the highs and the white light [03:08.46]Hold close to the good you are drawn to [03:10.28]These woods were grown to disarm you [03:12.19]It's starting to feel like a nice night [03:14.14]Hold close to the highs and the white light [03:16.07]Hold close to the good you are drawn to [03:18.00]These woods were grown to disarm you