EWR – Terminal A, Gate 20 Songtext
von Aesop Rock

You know how it is with these vandals today
That was no ordinary vandal

Starry night, guided by the guard rail
Dark rider, ride up on a car-sized garden snail
Double park, special deliver his own barf-mail
I ain′t heed the call you sent, it's smart to fail to call again

I′m harm's way incarnate, shootin' marbles at your army men
Who hardy har′d and met the architect of horrid R.E.M
Sorry, I love the smell of markers in the 4 a.m.
And drawin′ giant letters on whatever signage force the hand

How the corner camera had him back in his lobby
When all his calls ping a tower in the Valley of Gwangi, ah?
Body double obvi', I′m one who is two
No, I am one who is one, it was just too much for The Cube

I know the "what if" you mull would undo the bubble you blew
What if I tell you I am everywhere at once and it's true?
I′m playin' chess with Picasso, I train to fight with the champ
I′m dealin' cards to a Martian, I'm shootin′ dice with the Lamb


Modern science hasn′t figured out what's triggerin′ the super-strength
But also hasn't seen him eat a pepper that he grew himself
Hydroponic veggie garden, strawberry vines goin′ pop
My bok choy look like Sideshow Bob

My salsa recipe is kept in a safe
Sharpest teeth on the block, anyone who disagree is a bot
Yo, anyone who isn't me is a cop
He the all-season, seasonal fog, Aes Rock in effect

E-F-F-E-C-T
All city, all-star, all land, air, sea
Hand to the most low, always in motion
Cargo on the slow boat, called to the quotient

E-F-F-E-C-T
All I do is get lost, get found, get free
Crawl down Broadway, stinkin′ like flat black
Slalom through the pup tents, puppy in the backpack

Bogey to bogey, pony up
Posy for the pocket of any remotely chosen one
Folk about face in missin' man formation
A fancy way to say you're zero and one, so much for your Logan′s Run


And future sayin′ no to drugs, future sayin' yes to emotional donut runs
Or any UFO that comes
Poor thing, I know that take a loss and wave a saucer down
Like take me to anywhere but the office or the lost and found

At the lost and lost, free to scrap the vector
Anti-matter ain′t about to bat a signal back to sender
Fed the tracker to a fish and the fish to a bear
Check the body cam is on once you're physically there

Where all it take is a theater major to be the mayor
All it take is Anita Baker to keep us anchored
That "Same Old Love" in summer get the average hermit
Feelin′ he or she could lift a Hummer off a trapped person

Crossword killer of EWR's terminal A
Gate 20 on eternal delay
In hour two, all of my letters are curlin′ up from the ledger
Circlin' above us, spellin' out the terms of my surrender

I been showin′ up too early for that shift in your Js
I do the mile, have a witness play the vid when you wake
Catch him playin′ hooky from the whole abysmal charade
I'm at the crib watchin′ Video Days, homeboy in effect

E-F-F-E-C-T
All city, all-star, all land, air, sea
Hand to the most low, always in motion
Cargo on the slow boat, called to the quotient

E-F-F-E-C-T
All I do is get lost, get found, get free
Crawl down Broadway, stinkin' like flat black
Slalom through the pup tents, puppy in the backpack