Lyrics The Gates - Aesop Rock

The Gates

I was at the gates
Ram’s legs, my beats black, my plants dead
My planet X it might bleed green
And what’s under the uncut chia seed
And what what, what, what from the guillotine
A little flea and tick, a little fever dream, a little plead the fifth
Roadkill, I’m off leash
I don’t heel and I’m hung from an unkind mobile
I turn one missed step into bone-meal
I’m day break, I’m lights out
My kind sleeps upside down
It’s sci-fi, riptide, my hi-fi make record time
I go three-two-one, desensitized
No lie tell Death he can get in line
K, hell spawn, I’m no joke
I eat brains, I throw bolts
I’m no easy prey, I’ve seen broken oaths
I go marching in, I’m all «Oh-Ee-Oh»
I know a rodeo from these pony shows
I don’t stay for tea, I can’t slow the code I go
Coyote, alone and ghost him
In the goddamn smoke ear nose and throat
Ayy yo, fresh pot, my favorite mug
Aes Rock, my day sucked
Agent to all things deep-sixed
To feel like I was put here to keep the crypt
I get tired of bread, I might eat the rich
I ain’t seen a leader, just feeder fish
You want free weed, you want free shit?
I mean, dude
I was at the gates
Wolf’s head, my boots on, no bullshit
I know both sides of that tough love
They’re both mud, that’s what’s up
That’s what’s up, that’s what’s up
Straight up and, straight up and down don’t even bother
I was at the gates
Snakeskin, my hood low, don’t say shit
I know both sides of that blood lust
They’re both mud, that’s what’s up
That’s what’s up, that’s what’s up
Straight up and, straight up and down don’t even bother
Rat tail, my backdrop’s all black sails
Dog bite and my bird curse
Cross-eyed, world’s worst
Troglodyte I might split the blinds
I’m like Vincent Van with that instant rice
I write cryptograms at all waking hours
Tattooed the mail and on paper towels
I’m on the kitchen walls, I may paint the house
Could breach the yard so omega-bound
Game face on dour days, y’all gang-gang's like «How quaint»
Gangway for that false start, verse freight trains through stalled cars
Shame, shame, shit’s so wack, show you back to this moth jar
Death wish from day one, I wake up and it rain blood
Rain check these fuck shows, I’m done-zo, my brain’s mush
Drum roll I might piss straight, loose tooth in my spit shake
Every possible Futurama come trooping out of his pill case
And I ricochet in my steel cage, one steel heart and two hills eyes
Few meal bars and good field knife, I feel good no field guide
Just deicide by tea at five
Once ate a whole gluestick in like two bites
I do this, I mean yo
I was at the gates
Wolf’s head, my boots on, no bullshit
I know both sides of that tough love
They’re both mud, that’s what’s up
That’s what’s up, that’s what’s up
Straight up and, straight up and down don’t even bother
I was at the gates
Snakeskin, my hood low, don’t say shit
I know both sides of that blood lust
They’re both mud, that’s what’s up
That’s what’s up, that’s what’s up
Straight up and, straight up and down don’t even bother
Bear paw, my handshake, oh dear God
Bare bones, a few air holes
Barefoot, my square glows
Scarecrows, «Who goes there?»
And like «Who's where?», when that snare close
Bare hands on this bear trap
For what’s staring back in his periscope
A little care package outta Where’s Waldo in a rare beige
No fair at all, dyed hair and all
Push foot, I go mach 1, I’m all «Woosh, woosh»
I don’t pussyfoot, I make potholes, my path home’s all drop zones
Flash bulbs and strobe lights, road signs with crossbones
Touché from our killjoys who know humanoids are just hitpoints
Ain’t copped that new heat, that newspeak’s all pink noise
More mood piece around street food
In my PJs and my snow shoes
About dog fights in those dungeons
And little dust-ups in y’alls throne room
It’s fun stuff, low moon and my tombstone say «Hell no»
«Hell yeah"to more hail storms aboard ships on St. Elmo’s
My dream home is like 10,000 dead bolts and less than no windows
I mean shit
I was at the gates
Wolf’s head, my boots on, no bullshit
I know both sides of that tough love
They’re both mud, that’s what’s up
That’s what’s up, that’s what’s up
Straight up and, straight up and down don’t even bother
I was at the gates
Snakeskin, my hood low, don’t say shit
I know both sides of that blood lust
They’re both mud, that’s what’s up
That’s what’s up, that’s what’s up
Straight up and, straight up and down don’t even bother