Aesop Rock Five Fingers Lyrics

Take, take, the medicine tastes great
Got the key to the city, I'm wake bake
Way before the media s___ting or twelve zip of ganked paint
The origin of a thievery leader would take place
Two c__e bottles adorn the rogue toddler
Grapple a refrigerator, gaffle a nilla wafer
And no role model provoke him to shift focus
'Cause he notice that a cookie tastes better when it's stolen
Kids got the darndest quirks
Eleven's arm skip jars for his momma's purse
And bought enough fireworks from the bullies to blow up a small barn
Which he kept in a box in the yard
And the bark isn't carved from a clepto anthem
But a clepto tangent preface the grand canvas
Dance to the dirge, stand up
Celebrate the natural need to own what ain't earned

(To own what ain't earned) See it rolls off a tongue
Like a smoke ring rolls off a lung 'til it's done
Ready set, kept petty theft on a post-it
Later apply the motives to a moment on some grown s___
Hey, you with the sharpe and BM
Did you foreplay the G.M or you carpe the diem?
w____ play the p___ game fornicate the sure way to freedom?
Or correlate with the sword play and heathens?
Trickery and back-talk fresh out of high school
On the p____ly catwalk of the modern grind slide rule
Every last number in his history
Got it's own little hustle to nuzzle up with the victory
Thanks, bathe in a bottle of your finest
Tackleberrys sift through the p___ looking for diamonds
Before the hell appears to put the chemi in the climate
Get your money from the richest, get your p____ from the flyest

Slow and low, do or die calm
Suicide king in the tuck of the palm
Slow and low, do or die stuck
Two to five cans in the tuck of the trunk
And these are the five fingers that are stealing from you (x3)

One by one like little confused penguins
Larceny's yes-men ooze for used weapons
Like a bitter little burglar jaded up out the bucket seat
Is dumb enough to feel like the public owe him a f___ing thing
Nope, gotta configure the five finger so
The hot-wired vehicular skill is applicable
If an eye's on the prize and the itch ain't flushed
I hope the fruits of your labor outlive the initial rush
Like hey! step on the abysmal cusp
With matchmakers trying to make the mixed signals f___
Then incubate the mutt baby through his stigma's crutch
Now he will learn to walk after he lifts the drums
And this is certified milk by the new york department of skullduggery
Shoplift quicker than your shutter-speed
Click! Missed, he dipped with dumb cutlery
In and out of muddy river water 'til the rutter bleed

Skip around the money pillar, color me bunny killer
Hovering wear the mother feed, gutter greed king
Out a crummy m_________er breed, f___ with me
It go knock knock rummy at a bruckner speed
The seed's all grownsed up playing grown people games
Evil aims grown, encompass the whole steeple chase
Grip, mitigate the master plan
So when the workers are asleep the riffraff expands
And yes, a pig is a cop, but gotta fill up the flock
So when I rake in the bacon, I hope the kiddies will watch
I hope the flipping of the system will be heavily clocked
'Cause opportunity's fickle, after it trickle it stop
Capture the flag, drag that crass
Little b______ flat through the hazmat and glass
Laugh when he ask for it back
Scratch that, welcome to the magic in a basket of cash