"Who Sent You?" lyrics
Aesop Rock & Homeboy Sandman Lyrics
The red moon forecast Tenchu
I go ten hup, who sent you?
Two cents from the booth in the guest room
Where the bells ring, the new Bellview
Blue hell, the duke of due time
At the camp fire twenty one grams too light
My true love kiss the hand with two dice
While I cram in salmon and rice, lion or lamb
Eye on the self made soldier
Hiya, I survived MK Ultra
I blink blink, my optimism all shrinky dink
And I'm very careful 'round big spenders
When I'm in a barrel, with suspenders
Big galoot, I don't win or lose
I'm in a different game, I won't list the rules
But ain't shit to do with no beauty pageant
Or a click or a view, can you imagine
No movie magic in his movie magic
Just clips of the crew in traffic
You can't just up and outwit the pit boss
Or ever unrig the ring toss
It just don't fit the discourse
The pigs ain't shit when the kids are informed
Here's the pitch, it go ping and pong, around the Pyramids
It bounce off the moon, and come back to earth
And still cancel the plans of the man on first
Man on fire, hair so long
Even ten days in that flare goin' strong
Myth say it still lit till this day
And still drinks up argan oil from Morocco
The body scrub is sea salt, and Mexican avocado
Strawberries from California, seaweed from Tobago
You are rocking with the best-smelling fucker in the foxhole
Snot nose, my block chop on God mode
I might hop out with that vanguard, I'm all combos on combos
It's all potholes on potholes
On these roadways thru art hell, paved in Basquiat clones
Who sent you?
Who sent you?
Who sent you?
Girls and boys, I duck the world, the world's annoyed
It wants to whine
I bear no cross, so I don't get cross when you cross the line
I don't complain about the cost of life
Con Ed go ahead turn off the lights
Landlord go ahead hike up the rent
I'll be sitting in the dark till I'm sleeping on a bench
But I can't see stars
Light pollution, my solution
Pull the plug, hack the system, plant a bug
Give it all back to the plants and bugs
No, I'm kidding I like being warm
I'm like soap in the eye of the storm
And been going full speed since the day I was born
I'm worn out and point out, you're addicted to porn
So whatchu gonna do? Dag
Say "too bad," get a new doodad?
Or try to evolve?
Put it on the album, problem solved
I got blue whales on my coattails
Yelling out "hell yeah" without fail
Won't make a mountain out a molehill
Oh well, I'll be in the hotel, ripping off toenails
Been going hard, go more hard
Ask cashiers, "can I use the store card?"
Big bard on the boulevard
Blowing up the scorecard every other four bars
No bruise on my nads
Mostly 'cause I recognize news is ads
Never been in the type of shape for how the b-boys dance
So I just kick back lamping in my b-boy stance
Funk warrant a bath
I hate to fight, I love to laugh
I make the heat, delete the trash
I take the wheat and leave the chaff
Rule with a iron fist
Peep environments I enrich
No side if I'm not convinced
I admit, I insist
Won't speak the jive
I'm so woke, I'm sleep deprived
Opera phantoms are fans of mine
My jeep backseat seat a fam of five
Breath and stop
When I make popcorn, all the kernels pop
I'm so efficient
I'm science fiction brought to fruition, yeah
Who sent you?
Who sent you?
Who sent you?
I go ten hup, who sent you?
Two cents from the booth in the guest room
Where the bells ring, the new Bellview
Blue hell, the duke of due time
At the camp fire twenty one grams too light
My true love kiss the hand with two dice
While I cram in salmon and rice, lion or lamb
Eye on the self made soldier
Hiya, I survived MK Ultra
I blink blink, my optimism all shrinky dink
And I'm very careful 'round big spenders
When I'm in a barrel, with suspenders
Big galoot, I don't win or lose
I'm in a different game, I won't list the rules
But ain't shit to do with no beauty pageant
Or a click or a view, can you imagine
No movie magic in his movie magic
Just clips of the crew in traffic
You can't just up and outwit the pit boss
Or ever unrig the ring toss
It just don't fit the discourse
The pigs ain't shit when the kids are informed
Here's the pitch, it go ping and pong, around the Pyramids
It bounce off the moon, and come back to earth
And still cancel the plans of the man on first
Man on fire, hair so long
Even ten days in that flare goin' strong
Myth say it still lit till this day
And still drinks up argan oil from Morocco
The body scrub is sea salt, and Mexican avocado
Strawberries from California, seaweed from Tobago
You are rocking with the best-smelling fucker in the foxhole
Snot nose, my block chop on God mode
I might hop out with that vanguard, I'm all combos on combos
It's all potholes on potholes
On these roadways thru art hell, paved in Basquiat clones
Who sent you?
Who sent you?
Who sent you?
Girls and boys, I duck the world, the world's annoyed
It wants to whine
I bear no cross, so I don't get cross when you cross the line
I don't complain about the cost of life
Con Ed go ahead turn off the lights
Landlord go ahead hike up the rent
I'll be sitting in the dark till I'm sleeping on a bench
But I can't see stars
Light pollution, my solution
Pull the plug, hack the system, plant a bug
Give it all back to the plants and bugs
No, I'm kidding I like being warm
I'm like soap in the eye of the storm
And been going full speed since the day I was born
I'm worn out and point out, you're addicted to porn
So whatchu gonna do? Dag
Say "too bad," get a new doodad?
Or try to evolve?
Put it on the album, problem solved
I got blue whales on my coattails
Yelling out "hell yeah" without fail
Won't make a mountain out a molehill
Oh well, I'll be in the hotel, ripping off toenails
Been going hard, go more hard
Ask cashiers, "can I use the store card?"
Big bard on the boulevard
Blowing up the scorecard every other four bars
No bruise on my nads
Mostly 'cause I recognize news is ads
Never been in the type of shape for how the b-boys dance
So I just kick back lamping in my b-boy stance
Funk warrant a bath
I hate to fight, I love to laugh
I make the heat, delete the trash
I take the wheat and leave the chaff
Rule with a iron fist
Peep environments I enrich
No side if I'm not convinced
I admit, I insist
Won't speak the jive
I'm so woke, I'm sleep deprived
Opera phantoms are fans of mine
My jeep backseat seat a fam of five
Breath and stop
When I make popcorn, all the kernels pop
I'm so efficient
I'm science fiction brought to fruition, yeah
Who sent you?
Who sent you?
Who sent you?
