Tekster: Aesop Rock. None Shall Pass. Bring Back Pluto.

(Aesop Rock)
And then there were eight (then there were eight).
Just like that.
(Bring back Pluto, bring back, bring back Pluto).

Like:
You ain't shit. This ain't ill.

This is little Russian dolls that get smaller and smaller still.
This is a corpus full of pills, trying to sit still and build.
Cause eight planets bullied number nine until he fell.