Текст песни Kill The Messenger (Aesop Rock) с переводом

Hey stupid, you’re listening to Bazooka tooth, dental cannons, molar pistols;

shit like that

This is Murs, motherfucker, this is Aesop Rock, Ace Rizzle. Ya know what I’m

saying? Check it out, like, Living Legends, Def Jux, if you don’t know,

now you’re informed

Be better prepared for the next time this type of shit goes down.

Cause when it’s happening and you’re unaware you look like a complete asshole

(Baddest motherfucker touching down on kick drums)

Every leader dead and it’s making you upset

La da de dah da da, La da de da da da dow dom

Set, set, set…

Every hero dead and it’s making you forget

Get, get, get

La da de dah da da, La da de da da da dow dom

I’m in and out a pig channel serrated for hand feeders

Army of vicious kitchen patrol yam peelers

They sleep in barns and whisper loony conspiracy secrets

Increasing payroll awareness blind while a.w.o.l. went the leaders

The only mammal officially banned from food chain comp

For finishing for over 25 consecutive years on top is aggravated

Alarmingly, the pulse don’t bump right

And he’s up nights

Bumping over crunk and bug bites

Who luck like this evening?

Stay electric mud blood jockeying for the footing

My last supper starts with a vinaigrette over pickled Muppet hearts while sheep

tuck deep in the wood chipper

For the shepherd was a milk carton and scissors

Clammy hands make henna run on risky jenga tugs: you’re all sweating,

Hell I’m sweatin' too, just ain’t nobody sweatin' you!

(Holmes!)

The muck went abacus on labor perspirator official biz

When auditioning demos by which to live

No whammies, Stop

Your triple six game never chose me

Trickery gets hokey

Pick up sticks and ponies

You’ve got mail, champ: blow me

Just trooper with a question mark machine needy

Pointed at the heavens like a Bee Gee on some where the hell’s my freebee?

To clamp war stupid

No landlords or super

No hands

Water no ice cubes Rubik, no plans

No motor movement, no dance, no pyrotechnics to enhance

No chance

Too many grown men call in sick over cramps

I weigh in heavy on the jaded bitter subtracting the frontal gimmick

I want to solve world hunger and fuck a pin-up

I want to find a 21st century carbon crutch worthy of pedestal placement and

shitty path walking to touch

(Baddest motherfucker touching down on kick drums)

Every leader dead and it’s making you upset

La da de dah da da, La da de da da da dow dom

Set, set, set…

(drums drums drums drums

Baddest motherfucker touching down on kick drums)

Every hero dead and it’s making you forget

Get, get, get

La da de dah da da, La da de da da da dow dom

(drums drums drums drums drums)

Ain’t no time to sit and lift stones

So it’s left to the dogs to find their way home

And you grew up in a similar generation alone

With a fist full of humanoid models along the road

But a blank and you’re ancient

Fuck if I can find a flesh and bone tour guide to edge me through the makeshift

Every little footprint’s faded and vacant

Now I stomp through this motherfucker impatient

For the first time in a long line of dog fights

Little Lassie will not be returning home tonight

They’re saying someone everclear spiked the punchbowl of Christ but all I saw

was six pits ripping throat box out her life

Live lizard lung out a this ain’t Kansas cause

Where the lemmings run with scissors to the closest open jaws

Pause

Open the fucking door Hal, it’s your valid mistake

I will not bow to a god that I can’t look in the face

It go C-4 tongue and a janky ankle

He still escort an Eeyore to the seafloor, thank you

Please curb your Egor

Alto spas Alcatraz to the peace core

Anti bleep. Anti sheep

Sword anti sheathed for corroded shoulders to lean toward

Short ‘em, sort of report consecutive awkward moments like Gandhi and Hitler

stuck in elevators broken

One could reach the ceiling panel boosted by the other, but suddenly

suffocating doesn’t seem all that stubborn

Is you with it? It’s brick Timb on eggshell percentages

Only mobile at but a trotter’s clip

No dial tone or walking stick. Fostered chickies peel back a placenta with

broke posture for the daily dun da da’s done didn’t glow proper

From the promised land abortion of keepers and bleeding orphans

Where only the megas creep outside the box to seize the fortress

I and my crew seek an informal enforcement passage after receiving a timeline

laced with tutor muter packages. Come on baby, act with us. The other activists,

refusing to pour dummy accusations to the aqueducts

These are the days when the flotsam and the jetsam part ways trying to convince

the players to fuck the game

But we don’t want to trouble you

We take no for an answer

If and only if enhanced with 'k' and 'w'

We’re only warning kitten paws who want escorting through the jungle zoo

This little industry will buckle you

(Baddest motherfucker touching down on kick drums)

Every leader dead and it’s making you upset

La da de dah da da, La da de da da da dow dom

Set, set, set…

(drums drums drums drums

Baddest motherfucker touching down on kick drums)

Every hero dead and it’s making you forget

Get, get, get

La da de dah da da, La da de da da da dow dom

(drums drums drums drums drums)

You know Aes Rock

You know you’ve been waiting like, how long?

You got flow, you’re saying he was better back then

I’ve heard this shit it’s killing anything he’s ever done

So shut the fuck up, love it like you know you want to

Just don’t be a little bitch

Little bitches get sniped in their mouth

And that’s how it happens every time

You keep listening because maybe you’ll learn something, yeah

By the way Can Ox is not broken up, it’s just a rumor