Jazz Hands-Aesop Rock/Blockhead

[00:01.235][Verse] [00:01.500]Love note to the whole **** show [00:03.098]Postmarked from a lighthouse in the blunt smoke [00:05.745]Dear mother****ers, I'm teetering, if you must know [00:08.668]Wolf at the door like a bug to the fructose [00:11.330]Niece on the phone saying, "Ian, you should visit more" [00:13.719]We could build forts while the pigs court civil war [00:17.432]Miss you, miss you more, see you on the far side [00:22.678]Scuffed shoes, couple new scars in the archive [00:23.742]I'm not here to pull scarves out [00:25.338]Here to pick tumblers underwater with his arms bound [00:28.266]From in chains to the heart of where art thou [00:30.920]I'm out there down to throw grapnel at a guard tower [00:34.366]Down to spray piss on a cop car [00:37.292]It's rage in the form of Renaissance art [00:39.686]Can't treat it like a job at the stockyard [00:42.078]And feign shock when they turn the block to a pockmark [00:44.991]Stock parts knocking on Mach 1 to Camp Lo [00:47.651]Amped up eyes glowing unknown pantones [00:50.576]Drive 'til it feels like a Van Gogh [00:54.030]Lest I cheetah me some antelope [00:55.880]Partly cloudy, palpable panic in the troposphere [00:58.808]Wake a giant, poke a bear, we don't do smoke and mirrors [01:02.529]We do do a medkit and spare clothes [01:04.655]Leave a mother****er nowhere close [01:07.301]New superpower that I picked up in a frenzy [01:09.697]I could draw a roof on fire from memory [01:13.417]Each and every sketch another bloodletting [01:15.282]In a wake of escalation and excessive rubbernecking [01:18.196]The champ can't look away, drink it in [01:20.588]Strobe lights, smoke, no life, no lifeguard, sink or swim [01:24.042]Ring around the king of pain, bring acetaminophen [01:26.434]You either see the vision or dinner with demolition men [01:29.627]Boom [01:30.411]Flame to the fuse to the barrel [01:32.008]I step into the room, split an arrow with an arrow [01:35.197]The first trick shot is just to show them that I dabble [01:38.389]I will not be aiming for the apple [01:40.517]Lately, I treat every interaction as a living wake [01:43.163]Thanking people close to me before the photo pixelate [01:46.354]New day, folk down to play the game different [01:48.749]Changed and going from being chased to playing chicken [01:52.459]Get your whole roadmap Pac Man'd [01:54.322]Black mask snack on whatever's in the dash cam [01:57.775]It's not an ad, hashtag, or a tap dance [02:00.170]Patsy, the revolution will not have jazz hands [02:03.358]I know you're alien to matters of the heart and mind [02:05.743]That shit that make you park the car and scream into the dark of night [02:08.665]Some days, I wanna build a rocket to the Kármán line [02:11.327]Ten, nine, eight, keep your head and arms inside, yeah