"9-5ers Anthem" as written by and Anthony Simon Ian Bavitz....
[Aesop Rock]
Zoom in to the fuming of an aggravated breed
Via the study of post-adolesent agitated seeds
Half the patients waste themselves prior to Commencent
So I focus on the urban Oxygen samples, the hot that made it breathe
It's so Pompeii impression, waste infections
And twelve steps to lesson
Credence swiftly tippy toe and hard to swallow, borrow concepts
The give-it get-it, never let it self pass the word, eyeing stubborness
Murder talks money causes in a harvesting Spartacus
And someone, I've thrown long Hail Mary bombs
Toward cookie-cutter Mother Natures bedazzled synthetic fabrics
Life treats the peasants like
They tried to fuck his woman while he slept inside
Well they're merely chasing perfectionist emblems
When the clock strikes nine
I'll be waking with the best of routine caffiene team players
For the cycle of it
Under a dusted angel heart but strain Big Brother is watching
My odometer like buzzard to fallen elk, talking stealth
We got babies, rubber stamps, and briefcase parts
We on some door-to-door now
Order ten dollars or more, we'll shove it down your throat for free
I'll sacrifice my inborn tendencies
For copper pennies for one commanding "Gimme that"
So we can re-take baby fat
Make the biter snake bedlam
Holocaust freak, heckle shiesty brain headroom shaped planet
Make a move taurus, make a move break cannon
Bent barrel one date zero, you'll turn, squeeze, end it
It's on like it's never been
It's bleeding well
It's bigger than a breadbox
It can roast my leaky finance
I'll take my senior top of the Brooklyn Bridge
With a Coke and a bag of chips
To watch a thousand lemmings plummet just because
The first one slipped
Sometimes I laugh at victory, kissing these little question marks
I tend to underestimate my average
Just another bastard savage
Someday you'll all eat out of my cold hand
Cuz every dog has its day
At which point, I'll pull it away

Now we the American working population
Hate the fact that eight hours a day
Is wasted on chasing the dream of someone that isn't us
And we may not hate our jobs
But we hate jobs in general
That don't have to do with fighting our own causes
We the American working population
Hate the nine-to-five day-in day-out
When we'd rather be supporting ourselves
By being paid to perfect the pasttimes
That we have harbored based solely on the fact
That it makes us smile if it sounds dope

[Aesop Rock]
It's the year of the silkworm
Everything I built burn yesterday
Let's display the purpose that these stilts serve
Elevate the spreading of the silk germ
Trying to weeble web but all that I believe in is dead
Nah brother, it's the year of the jackal
Saddle up on high horse
My torch forced Polaris embarrassed
Shackle up the hassle by the dooming legend marriage
I bought some new sneakers
I just hope my legacy matches
It's the year of the landshark
Try a sand tarp damn get these men some water
They're out there being slaughtered
In meaningless wars so you don't have to bother
It can sit and soak the idiotbox trying to fuck their daughters
Man it's the year of the Orphan
Seated adjacent to the firefly circling the torches on your porches
Trying to guard the fortress of a king they've never seen or met
But all are trained to murder at the first sign of a threat
Maybe it's the year of the waterbug
Cockroach utter thug specimen
Your response, dreaming of your next of kin
I'm still dealing with this mess I'm in
I've been the object of your ridicule
You've been a bitch lieutenant
God it's the year of the underpaid employee
Spitting forty plus a week
And trying to rape earth on my off time
You bought dizzy, I can't keep myself busy enough
So you can't run run run
And I'ma let you think you won
EVERYBODY!

We the American working population
Hate the fact that eight hours a day
Is wasted on chasing the dream of someone that isn't us
And we may not hate our jobs
But we hate jobs in general
That don't have to do with fighting our own causes
We the American working population
Hate the nine to five day-in day-out
But we'd rather be supporting ourselves
By being paid to perfect the pasttimes
That we have harbored based solely on the fact
That it makes us smile if it sounds dope

[Aesop Rock]
Fumble outta bed and stumble to the kitchen
Pour myself a cup of ambition and
Yawn and stretch and my life is a mess and
If I never make it home today, God bless
Fumble outta bed and stumble to the kitchen
Pour myself a cup of ambition and
Yawn and stretch and my life is a mess and
If I never make it home today, God bless


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  • +2
    General CommentThe chorus sums up my sentiments exactly.
    ihateanarchistson April 15, 2005   Link
  • 0
    General Commentfuck yeah!
    SlidiousMeon August 17, 2002   Link
  • 0
    General Comment"Fuck yeah!"

    Exactly... Really that's all you need to say about this song. It has that whole epic feel to it. Like Aesop knows his shit and he is on mission.

    Love the confidence he has, and the sarcasim is always a nice touch.
    Huh?on April 29, 2004   Link
  • 0
    General Commentanyone else notice aesop, and el-p for that matter, and the influence "1984" by george orwell has on their lyrics.
    irollerbladeon June 26, 2004   Link
  • 0
    General CommentObvisouly ACE Rock had to live the 9-5 grind just as so many of us do on a daily basis. Taking a listen to this track just B4 helps to make the day just a little bit better. DEF JUX!!!!!!!!!
    TopherGon April 15, 2005   Link
  • 0
    General CommentBeware, this is the year of the waterbug-2006.
    Nusegon August 18, 2006   Link
  • 0
    General CommentI had no idea, this is a Dolly Parton song. Its called 9 to 5, and it has the whole "fumble outta bed part" shit... aes is the man. the most amazing MC out there.
    jackiwillbeon November 08, 2006   Link
  • 0
    My OpinionThe best part is the chorus where the music stops, and he starts it off with "Everybody!"

    Fun to sing along to unless you are around a manager at your own 9-5.
    russtrickon August 09, 2009   Link
  • 0
    General Commentwhoa these lyrics are all wrong...too many corrections to actually list
    bonsaibaby23on October 26, 2009   Link
  • 0
    General Commenti LOVE this lyric

    'Fumble outta bed and stumble to the kitchen
    Pour myself a cup of ambition'

    Onemosphereon March 11, 2010   Link

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