Nickel Plated Pockets chords by Aesop Rock

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Verse 1
Gm 
[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...

Verse 2
(Yo...)
Gm 
[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 old buzz deader
Robert Crumb ugly dumb image
Barely sprung barely no grimace
Nearly cut cherry blood's picket wrist back
in high school (now it's like)
Spy with a millipede pentagon pirate
navigates cities' sump
systemsUrbanite turbines
Twisted Pistons
Termites that infect sturdy
grillage
There's roaches in the pillars
(Spillover)
And crawl across commuter-
clean 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

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Verse 3
full of nickels
Gm 
[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

Verse 4
Gm 
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 ?? league lazer 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
I'll light 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

Verse 5
of nickels
Gm 
[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,

Verse 6
same nickels
Gm 
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 'cause 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 want to 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)

Verse 7
Gm 
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?)