AESOP ROCK - 9-5ERS ANTHEM Lyrics

Zoom in to the fuming of an aggravated breedVia the study of post-adolesent agitated seedsHalf the patients waste themselves prior to CommencentSo I focus on the urban Oxygen samples, the hot that made it breatheIt's so Pompeii impression, waste infectionsAnd twelve steps to lessonCredence swiftly tippy toe and hard to swallow, borrow conceptsThe give-it get-it, never let it self pass the word, eyeing stubbornessMurder talks money causes in a harvesting SpartacusAnd someone, I've thrown long Hail Mary bombsToward cookie-cutter Mother Natures bedazzled synthetic fabricsLife treats the peasants like They tried to f**k his woman while he slept insideWell they're merely chasing perfectionist emblemsWhen the clock strikes nineI'll be waking with the best of routine caffiene team players For the cycle of itUnder a dusted angel heart but strain Big Brother is watchingMy odometer like buzzard to fallen elk, talking stealthWe got babies, rubber stamps, and briefcase partsWe on some door-to-door nowOrder ten dollars or more, we'll shove it down your throat for freeI'll sacrifice my inborn tendenciesFor copper pennies for one commanding 'Gimme that'So we can re-take baby fatMake the biter snake bedlamHolocaust freak, heckle shiesty brain headroom shaped planetMake a move taurus, make a move break cannonBent barrel one date zero, you'll turn, squeeze, end itIt's on like it's never beenIt's bleeding wellIt's bigger than a breadboxIt can roast my leaky financeI'll take my senior top of the Brooklyn BridgeWith a Coke and a bag of chipsTo watch a thousand lemmings plummet just becauseThe first one slippedSometimes I laugh at victory, kissing these little question marksI tend to underestimate my averageJust another bastard savageSomeday you'll all eat out of my cold handCuz every dog has its dayAt which point, I'll pull it awayNow we the American working populationHate the fact that eight hours a dayIs wasted on chasing the dream of someone that isn't usAnd we may not hate our jobsBut we hate jobs in general That don't have to do with fighting our own causesWe the American working populationHate the nine-to-five day-in day-outWhen we'd rather be supporting ourselvesBy being paid to perfect the pasttimes That we have harbored based solely on the factThat it makes us smile if it sounds dopeIt's the year of the silkwormEverything I built burn yesterdayLet's display the purpose that these stilts serveElevate the spreading of the silk germTrying to weeble web but all that I believe in is deadNah brother, it's the year of the jackalSaddle up on high horseMy torch forced Polaris embarrassedShackle up the hassle by the dooming legend marriage I bought some new sneakersI just hope my legacy matchesIt's the year of the landsharkTry a sand tarp damn get these men some waterThey're out there being slaughteredIn meaningless wars so you don't have to botherIt can sit and soak the idiotbox trying to f**k their daughtersMan it's the year of the OrphanSeated adjacent to the firefly circling the torches on your porchesTrying to guard the fortress of a king they've never seen or metBut all are trained to murder at the first sign of a threatMaybe it's the year of the waterbugCockroach utter thug specimenYour response, dreaming of your next of kinI'm still dealing with this mess I'm in I've been the object of your ridiculeYou've been a bitch lieutenantGod it's the year of the underpaid employeeSpitting forty plus a week And trying to rape earth on my off timeYou bought dizzy, I can't keep myself busy enoughSo you can't run run runAnd I'ma let you think you wonEVERYBODY!We the American working populationHate the fact that eight hours a dayIs wasted on chasing the dream of someone that isn't usAnd we may not hate our jobsBut we hate jobs in general That don't have to do with fighting our own causesWe the American working populationHate the nine to five day-in day-outBut we'd rather be supporting ourselvesBy being paid to perfect the pasttimesThat we have harbored based solely on the factThat it makes us smile if it sounds dopeFumble outta bed and stumble to the kitchenPour myself a cup of ambition andYawn and stretch and my life is a mess andIf I never make it home today, God blessFumble outta bed and stumble to the kitchenPour myself a cup of ambition andYawn and stretch and my life is a mess andIf I never make it home today, God bless