[INTRO: Vast Aire & Aesop conversing] Yo, (Alright Ok) Can I get a quarter or something? Little hungry, you know what I'm saying? (Alright Ok) Homeless... I need a Lucy yo... (Yo...)
[VERSE ONE] Walk into the store with a pocket full of nickels And a city full of horns, jackhammers, and rape whistles The alley cats manipulate the blocks with gutter magic Today my heart beats only out of habit Check it, it's like.. My man Jus used to keep an ox between his teeth Said he could spit it with pinpoint accuracy if there was beef We chuckled out loud Still the thought of it intrigued me, (right) So now I keep a jackal under my tongue to spit with related reasoning The earthworm turbulent murder burnout Gerber baby no brain or memoir stardom Alarmed, pardon the ?? Robber crumb ugly dumb image Barely sprung ? now grimace Nearly cut cherry blood's picket wrist back in high school (now it's like) Spy with a millipede pentagon pirate navigates cities some systems Urbanite turbines Twisted Pistons Termites that infect ? Village There's roaches in the pillars (Spillover) And crawl across commuter-train wingtips and loafers It's the theme park I built Pocket full of nickels for cigarettes, gum, and milk, bitterness, love, and violence I'm writing a petition to have smoking as a sport In the 2002 Summer Olympic Games (wanna sign it?) Now look, I jux germs draggin a gavel knee deep in a maggot hatchery Operation capture flag by any means If this means anything at all, anyway it's a riddle Walk into the store with a pocket full of nickels
[SEGUE 1: Vast Aire & Aesop Conversing] Ay uh, yo excuse me (Ay Yo) yo Can I borrow a dollar or something? (Ah sorry man) nickel? (Sorry man, I can't help you out dog) Quarter? Something man?(Yeah I only got enough for like cigarettes and shit man) Alright man, I see how it is (I'm straight)
[VERSE TWO] Walk into the store with a pocket full of nickels And a city full of World Trade Center victim candle vigils There's anthrax in our mailboxes and Xanax in my tummy There's a single Spanish female out west traveling the country Freak of ?? glazer major running bases Neighborhood watch weasels pacing ugly acres more than often If I ever make it big, I'm gonna build a skyscraper tall enough to piss on Cloud 9 egos from my corner office You can't pull the plug on a catapult (nope) I toss a nickel to a bum's cup from twenty paces thumbs up Got twenty ways to tell you shut the fuck up Nineteen of em are 24 bars long, the other one goes (SHUT THE FUCK UP!) And an electronic daddy long legs stay grimy up in your zoning wall Groveling villagers, trying to hide behind the windmill I just got in pig-back through subway tunnels with a third rail nearest While most still try to penetrate the alligator plants (It goes) Back in the class, throwing pencils at professors And making barbarellas giggle That's when life's pleasures were simple Now it takes a dancing bear jumping through flaming hoops To even make em buy the god-forsaken single! Though shall not desecrate the soothing spiral Altered by a classic cut to vinyl Find that in the Bible! My insult Militia'll fix you up Out by the pyramid shaped torso with your hollow numbskull balancing on top Now if you got a lock and gas mask outside of your own apartment You could pretty safely quote Shamar Life's Ill, sometimes Life might kill, sometimes prayers dwindle Walk into the store with a pocket full of nickels
[SEGUE 2: Vast Aire & Aesop Conversing] Yo (ay what's up man?) Yo can I ohh... No..Never mind man (I can't help you out man) Asshole! (Yo man, I'm trying to help myself out right now) Fucking asked you for a Lucy and you turned me down (Dog, I'm sorry dog!)
[VERSE THREE] Walk into the store, same pocket, same nickels In a city where every crack in the sidewalk's a symbol Where there's crack in the basement, where there's crack in the slave ships Where there's crack whores and corrupt pigs killing cats trying to crack cases My boombox runs on a baboon heart transplant (This is hell!) I got a poltergeist on a leash trained by Caroline herself Two Thousand something... Technology aid itself glutton Every move I make's from a robot gepetto pressing a red button It's Vietnam in the fumes Yes I run with cannibals that bite the hand That feeds cuz it tastes better than the food The prickly outer shell's genetic, it helps defense mode But it also helps to fuck up a couple of sacred friendships Watch a six legged insect crawl out of the billy goat beard Watch a sick makeshift bitch threat fall out when the filthy smoke clears Watch the insect's stinger sting threat till it has sweat a bullet Sweat a full clip, sweat a river, dead the bullshit, sail away and wither You're the kind of cat that rolls a pimped out Caddy Dropped with rims and limousine tints bucking Enya Insert laughter here I wanna rap a lot and stack cheddar by the fistful But for now, I walk into the store with a pocket full of huhh...
[OUTRO: Vast Aire & Aesop conversing] Excuse me man (alright ok) Can I..Can I borrow a dollar or something to eat?...(alright ok) I'm..I'm hungry I'm saying yo...(alright ok) (Look at that..) I'm homeless man (Look at that bum) (alright ok) I fought for this country man (yeah) Sleep on park benches....starvin' All I need is like a lucy and like a sandwich or somethin' man.. Wiping my ass with the Daily News man...c'mon man.. Sleepin' with squirrels (Oh my god, What are you doing with that squirrel?)