Run the Numbers – Song and Lyrics by Aesop Rock

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Written by: Jaime Meline

Duration: 4:41

Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Run the Numbers’ 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.

Two out of the five of these fuses are wired live, if I wanna survive I gotta
Find those detonators!

Broken and bleeding writer dash of the Brooklynite vagrant
Half a robotic monkey ugly born of viral agent
Vandal tarantula know to handle the phaser drunken
Scripted on city park benches under the fritzy tungsten
Son of urban confusion hatched in a pit where the brutes live
Put the stogie out in my palm and then grin (I’m the rudest)
Serotonin deficient living the poisonous promise
The boys and girls club of unemployable liars squadron
Silly peasant pathetic plus dirty mutt of the ages
Ok dystopia, these fuckers are ripe for containment
Half dead man slut ever ready to love my leader
Servitude is contagious (find those detonators!)
CCW, I’m a rain of the dead confetti
The laughing stock of the karma corrupted emissaries
Captain of industry, partly magnet of larcen, arsony
Captured in loser-vision I bop so retardedly artily

Ask me about our specials, I’d go for the razor chicken
Hope his delivery radius play to Gracy Mansion
Fly the curmudgeon banner, my liberty army cheering
Limbo the philistine art police on the armor piercing
Marker to garden weasel, he’s usually mucho woozy
Brutally feuding, call your Pluto, Goofy, Cujo, Snoopy
Moody mammal division, Weatherville is better faded
The world is yours, money, now (find those detonators!)
Some of the city pissy, itchin’ them lottery numbers
My forty thieves enjoy your banquet of property owners
We were probably stoney eye to glassy game face
Still save the princess with no slippage in the frame rate
Chew his way through the muzzle, tussle with the “Gimme, gimme”
Nothing in common with prominent modern city envy
Subtly bloodied up, what a seedy media frenzy
I found a cure for cancer but it wasn’t radio friendly

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah find those detonators!

Now’s the fucking time
Burn the building down, show me what it sounds like to organize and get really loud
Now’s the fucking time
Lets get it moving, you suckers

Down at the labor camp, they make a drone of men
Mamas boy once but now I’ve learned to speak draconian
And this is all for you, another tattered kite
I feel it too this is a beautiful an tragic night
All I covet is honor, reaching in murky waters
And barely blinked when piranha teeth turned my hand to shawarma
Your bad land buddy, animal ear they tagged me
Digi the cause acoster kid capture the flaggy braggy
Tragedy man Cassandra, actually raised by women
My father skated but he left me with latent addiction
One of the breed of bonkers, I wouldn’t dare to lecture
I don’t know how to lead, there’s got to be somebody better
Weak in the kneesy species, dreaming of future faded
Seen where the suture stiches nitted slipped? I’m with you baby
Lets get obnoxious with it, I wanna know what brave is
I’m tired of sitting here, pretending I’m not fucking dangerous

Sitting on the front lines you can hear the soldiers say

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah (find those detonators!)
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah (find those detonators!)

What happened, what happened?
Explosion, explosion, explosion
What happened, what happened?
Degradation, degradation
What happened, what happened?
Explosion, explosion, explosion
What happened, what happened?
It always comes back to a bush

Two were the haunted vessels that miraculously aimed
Three were the holy carcasses that started up in flames
One and two had a patsy the was factually plane
Seven out of envy must have wanted just the same
And in 6.5 seconds science floated out to space
On the most virginal of physics drifted a truly wondrous day
And if the party tells me five fingers then five is what I’ll say
No matter that the four displayed are waving in my face

Two were the haunted vessels that miraculously aimed
Three were the holy carcasses that started up in flames
One and two had a patsy the was factually plane
Seven out of envy must have wanted just the same
And in 6.5 seconds science floated out to space
On the most virginal of physics drifted a truly wondrous day
And if the party tells me five fingers then five is what I’ll say
No matter that the four displayed are waving in my face
No matter that the four displayed are waving in my face
No matter that the four displayed are waving in my face
No matter

And we were standing here when there was some sort