Coma – Song and Lyrics by Aesop Rock


Written by: Y, IAN BAVITZ

Duration: 3:56

Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Coma’ by Aesop Rock. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of Aesop Rock or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

We now present to you, music
Music to make you stutter

I’ve been a biplane dog fighter Henson invention
Trooper burst result of Dragon Ball Z/Speed Racer gene splicing
Mach force, blind the extorted style from the common dirty
Destiny dream sighting, important as split the prints
God shit the planet screaming “What on Earth is that?”
I sit back five dimensions
Only to muscle the overcooked specimen
Fending tragic fatality successful dodging violets
All hail Mary and hello dollies!
I flow ridiculous, indigenous to now
Who holds the fifth golden ticket?
Saw the wicked war phantom mansion beyond the pickets
The house next door to when the stick ball clears the fence
Y’all hesitate to fetch it!
I was walking through a pinball tilt built landscape
Pterodactyl circling turtle
I bite the bullet in a wingspan shadow
Suck and rust the oxygen gulps
And spit the metal directly back up the barrel
We ice grill the silhouettes (right)
The common decency factors a low ball estimate of zero
My testament is striking B-boy stances
Dancing past the foggy mirror
With wipes clean the billy goat beard, camouflage the spirit
I’m at six degrees of sexy sarcasm
Yeah never swam up inside summer jam classic
Under the bed backwards bastard
Scavenging the carnival grounds for an outlet
Who the f*ck is Aes Rock?
I’m not a name to keep at arms length
Adjacent to little ? quilt makeshift
Sick security mechanism, check your mission
I am not a vision, check your mission
Just a simple sour patch delinquent
No it will not help you shove your Lincoln

[Chorus: x2]
I alone settle
I alone peddle in the mud
I alone, I condone rebel zone planting
I alone stand in a social coma
All up to your dome, follow I alone

Now you see me, now you don’t

Well he was maverick enough but still scraped up
Taki One-Eighty-Three innovation for the kids
Brick foot iron lung honor
Escape through the night like a disgruntled teen Krylon bomber
Without a care inside from posting the roster
Mal-adjusted blank faced civilian dispersed feelings
Reeling in several separate defunct fame-booster modules
This nervous twitch mark the most delectable ingredient
See Aesop starving troops in cell blocks with strap-on feeding bins
(More like) Like I’d auction off a f*ck for that blind cause you ride in
I’d rather find the floors and watch you hide them
Feel the haggered look penetrate brain castle
Blasting clear out the back of this batches sour wind collection
(Flash flooder!)
You’re a fuckin’ wind-up toy
A goddamn four string criminal trading card
The reason they decorate the fonts of closing credits
To boost on-looker amusement after fading hard
Catch more Z’s than Rip Van Winkle’s Twelve Step Narcolepsy Seminar
The action, we all compete the masked illusion
The common folk, I provoke em all
Challenge thirty balance
I alone pour talent while they fidget
If the revolution ain’t gon’ be televised
Then f*ck, I’ll probably miss it

[Chorus: x2]