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Aesop Rock, Rob Sonic, and DJ Big Wiz.

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Off of Are You Gonna Eat That? from Hail Mary Mallon featuring Aesop Rock, Rob Sonic, and DJ Big Wiz.

Table Talk

I work well when the air is heavy

Everyday before the roosters ready

Wont see a break till the day gets done

Till the stars cut cake and the moon get some

And when it does then I'll do what I can

to offer it a place in the space at the end

Lead water war and a portion of bread

and a pocket full of stones it can toss at my head

R.S. -

Leap awake shake off the chill and,

Won't stop marching my arches are killing,

Spill a little more when the martyrs are trained,

Willing ready able, cable armed ready aim,

Stain glass pain killers copped,

Rain coat game then complain when it stops,

Vein dry I.V drain tiny drop,

I'm thinking I can save all the saints who forgot,

How to pick a weapon apart with your teeth,

In a dark alley blind when the targets retreat,

park, repeat, Parkinson tick,

made it to the movies with a marketing trick,

come home greasy buckets of fried

fox in a box and a tux with a tie,

none will be the wiser or struck with surprise

when we rock through the roof when the trucks have arrived,

"hold it down" alright fuck it, no one here is in ear shot of it,

they're all talking beer and the tied up luggage

did you hide the knives by the dry rub bucket?

lead um out single file, tell them why the kids gone wild

and when they try to get up with a dressed smile,

get fed up and think of gitmo style,

We can take this all to heart, little by little we can fall apart,

Or we can let um find our kind

in the back of the bus near the firing line,

Or we can give um one last hope,

Then push them off of the back of the boat,

Or we can give them wings and a couple of tries

to let um figure out how we got this fly,

A.R. -

pass the peas, mash and the beans,

at a rally to gather his faculties,

a little dog-day tension elude detection

in the pews of the die-with-your-boots-on section,

who's on first,

what took 2 with a fusion of thirst and a punk jump view,

3, Mallon with no regard,

beyond full house clubs over lonely hearts,

i'm on cruise, the DWI is ramen and rooster sauce,

and still never cut the boosters off,

until a room of consumers and moody Veruca Salts

can overlook a little whooping cough

we all cooped, up, loops, drugs,

8 bit-crowbar loosen the drums,

and become best friends like a noose and a lung,

or cooter removing a duke from a truck

beep beep why y'all so slow, ok here's how the blitz gon' go,

the second the poisonous sun is gone

i want silverbacks on the Jumbotron

my bad if Columbo's on, we don't plan really these things very well,

arm in the sky, one to the side, why,

that spells L, take one and resign,