Paroles Steel wool Aesop Rock

Steel wool

It's the real thing

'Kay, let me get, uh, two Chick-O-Sticks
Some Pepto Bismol
A pack of Camel unfiltereds
And, uh, give me two Mega Millions

Used to pair cereal and cartoons
Cartoons
I don't know if there's a better way
Way
Now I'm going hungry in the war room
War room
It's similar, but it is not the same

When I walk in, be cool
No sudden moves, only coming through to refuel
Be forewarned, my skin reads as steel wool
Hook hand with a haymaker on a shopping spree into your gene pool
I might change into y'alls dad's eyes, looking disappointed in the real you
Son, that's ushering some abominable milieu in
That kill off any climate we put time into, mildewin'
Tilt sensor on get defensive, I's weeding through the some old highlight reels
Hindsight is like trying to prune the Amazon back to one bonzai tree
When I walk in, be easy, sign the contract, no eye contact
No-eyed tomcat in a "Free Emile" tee, no ID, I'm so unwieldy
I'm, over the river, I'm into the woods, recruiting the pick of the iffiest wolves
Who fittingly follow me back to the city, to butcher a dinner with hooves
Lo-fi's most high, I'm the most low, mind the go code
Mind the driveway to your giant show boat
Ya might just show up to a private toll road
You might, pay to attain what you already own
It's part of trend, it's part of the start of the end
Or maybe it's farther along then we oughta pretend, yeah

Used to pair cereal and cartoons
Cartoons
I don't know if there's a better way
Way
Now I'm going hungry in the war room
War room
It's similar, but it is not the same
Same
Be cool
Be cool

When I walk in, when I walk in
When I walk in, be calm
Hands on the table, cameras on and playing recon
Be forewarned, my skin reads as peat moss
GT's that spin kick the most harmonious pea pod
That heart rate go adagio to some Art Blakey-day bebop
In no time at all, these two palms touching, charging up that fireball
Knees bent, nerves worn, nose bleeding, perfect form
Ears bleeding, eyes bleeding, this ain't just some ordinary parlor trick
It's perfect storming, board up your apartment shit
When I walk in, be low key, don't trust no one, don't mind the pundits
Stink-eye for these Guy Smileys, if you love something, you don't like nothing
That's not opinion, entertainment, go spin the bottle till you kiss the mamba
I'm ten thousand hours In-A-Gadda, with ten shades of Les Miserables
Information
Information battering the senses
Here we see the mamba eating something fatter than its neck is
Which is also entertaining, he had to take off the necklace
Maybe everybody's destiny's defending something selfish, yeah

Used to pair cereal and cartoons
Cartoons
I don't know if there's a better way
Way
Now I'm going hungry in the war room
War room
It's similar, but it is not the same
Same
Be cool
Be cool