I’ve had this song stuck in my head. It’s not a popular song in the traditional sense. It’s not short, it’s not sweet, it’s not what you would consider the best song to dance to, but the words are so eloquently spoken in connection with a beat that you’ll have no choice but to read along, or rap along, depending on your skill level.

I’ve been enjoying Aesop Rock for a while now, but not because he talks about bling, or women, or anything that you would traditionally consider hip hop music. Instead he flows into a more novel like execution with words that rhyme yet have more than one syllable. Not only that he doesn’t seem to rely on references to things that are fleeting or temporary; meaning he doesn’t really talk about what’s hot right this second and will not be understood by my children if they find this album on my computer someday.

This song just keeps playing in my head…(video after the lyrics)

Coffee by Aesop Rock (lyrics)

we don’t need no walkie-talkies, nope no walkie talkies, we don’t need your coughing when offing the morning coffee, no, we don’t need no walkie-talkies, nope no walkie-talkies we just want our hermitry to stay and our coffee to go

and the last shall be, first to immerse in the pass out heat, face in the mud where the moxie melt ’til he woke up drowning in chachkes hell, more in a cave with a torch on the wall than a window arrangement of porcelain dolls on a brand new day, saw what he saw, property owners who crawl to the mall, with a bad toupee and a face like he author the law, pace like he mourning a loss, right hand on a can of worms, left full of gold he will trade for turf, i mean thats o.k., you got to answer to you at the end of the volatile day, but a model of mercy and might? no way, marionette who will clap and obey, dude, look, all that noise? call that flight of the water boys, meet and greet and they all slap five, cheek to cheek when they colonize, and a grown ass man shall abide as he wish, walk that path with a dime and a stick, walk that path with a diamond and wine, walk that path to the firing line, just walk, pay no mind to the new recruit with the play-doh spine, let’s be friends from opposite ends, wave to the kid don’t hop on the fence, play to the radius far and away, orbit wide don’t park in his space, one little martyr who talk in his face make one little weathermen sharpen the blades.

and the last shall be, first to the curb with the mad cow meat, face in the bars of a regular cell when he woke up high in collectible hell, boom town kid who was taught by the binge that a man who expire with the most shit win, that’s warpy american nonsense penned by the rich, not a routine friend in a pinch, still not used to the stench, how it throws off otherwise lucid events, in the case the afraid observe i got a pro-keds box full of layman’s terms, it goes hey, peace, pray for the plagued, major relief and capacious rains, but just cuz i don’t want to war with you, it don’t mean go warm up the barbecue, i’m like pardon you, sawed off limit, my high noon is a quick little minute, i don’t wanna spend it sitting with a critic, who simply isn’t going to ever really get it, this HQ is alive and alone, no driveway no sign of a home, no dial tone, no line for the phone, no world’s tiniest violin song, and i might just lie to them all, lie in the morgue with a deep breath hiding and bored, fighting a smile, highly annoyed, when the timing is right i will rise and record, cal for the monster beats and blockhead got animal drums like he’s doctor teeth, it goes red light green light 1 2 3, one large coffee, fuck you, peace.

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j.d. - i crawled down to the basement when the weather got cold, like a lost lamb returning to the fold, and when the outside world recedes from view, it’s just a year’s supply of make-up and memories of you, 1967 colt 45, holding back the vampires, keeping me alive, there’s an envelope with some cash in it out by the front door, this is what they make you take the medication for

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I highly recommend this video, and the album “None Shall Pass” by Aesop Rock.

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