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Aesop Rock (Aesop Rock)... (x16)
Is a love such as that which I exhibit for my practice
The factor which then amalgamates debates with straight-jackets and ROBES
Huddled in brackets that blacken the average globe
Xenophobe, loathe to modify the fly, feel this...
I carve a notch in my wall for every stall
every fifth mark slants diagonal to symbolize your downfall
Drunky peasants, honor the shifty megatron presence
Slug a bolt once ceremonies of merit turn blood sport (Uh)
Fought in hella high seas, I freeze your mega dumb company
Pumpin' out wise beads like, fly sneak-attacks on dry leaves DUNCE
Crooked rumors turn zoomers when rookies talkin'
Bad seeds blossom the wookie walk, hawkin'
Let a sucker drift, I lift up every stone prone to find
the point at which repellent signals ultimately bind
When a pack of style mimics see my brans target the cluster
I advance clutchin' the mic like bully to knuckle duster
Innocent, your riddles yield a little plastic blend
Fuck a badge, light a bonfire, dance a jig around a pig
Figurin' yeah, I'll land a plan on bleached fame trackers
using only the finest im post-modern terrain mappers
Once my brethren disperse ...
My God, you think the heaven's touched the earth then
Thirstin' a perch on a bursted curse
But I don't confide wine and water chose me
Bored, lasso down Polaris, let the glow amuse me
OK I lay me down to sleep, creepin' a slumber under red skies
Heads splittin', straight sippin' a drip of dead vibes
It's red tides from here, stop and smell analog hell
Clenchin' a stench of burnin' logics and a child with yearning
optics...
Now someone's approached the ropes, shaking like snow-globes
Others sought safety in numbers, other's flows got towed under (yeah)
Still another took a turn and crashed and burned while others flee
But there will never be another starvin' marvel like me
See, there's a time when... rhymin'...
Pain combined can't even manage to tell what the swell is, like
Picture your imagery embellished with the hellish aspects of the swans
for lone facets
Soul crafted fat cats, burrowin', left perrenial tenants discouraged in
Discussin' my foresees and flourishing, Uh!
Searching, perching, poetic lead poison
Poised, imploised to leak a little bit of boisture on your pride
I'm a, animated style machine in
a veening faulty production fueled by nicotine suction
From tux in my carnivore to vipers in my garden
You flash identify by the genus, species and class
Start to chuckle
Buckle the architecture until it fell through
Kill the survivors then raise the dead for shock value
By the time the pending settlements fully negotiated (yeah I'll...)
I'll have put a sonic youth to get myself situated
It's like sadly, my style spooks juveniles like Boo Radley
Radically weak assume the Colonel Kurt's in our platoon soon enough
That's one bluff call, toughens the searcher
Stuttering, emerging, gutter urchin, bursting
I live for the moment of truth when Big Willy rapper
acknowledges failure and states "Goddamn my shit is trash"
"It's time to let go", the tin man bangin' upon his chest to hear the echo
Heartless kid, hollow compartments
See we the people of the united, starving artistic
Militia keep movin' in order to form a more perfect union
I'm cluing into the poison panoramics brewed in panic situations
It fucks a little with my brittle gift
I tell myself "Stay" (Stay)... up high
make a mockery of Sun and moon and star til they hand over the sky
My de luxe is, fluxes, pivots to where the crux is
Invade the town while village elders holler "Who the fuck's this?"
See hipper cats, aggravated trudge through the muds
Quickin' ones, plots thicken like, coagulated blood
Rugged serpentines climb, pebble to rock
Let your pretty pink cloud nine expectations please you not
I'm, Ae-fuckin'-sop Rock, mic bizarro
Proper application of the soul by my standard
Candid once position from which instigations spawn
And man, I plan to die with a mic in my hand, it's like...
Abandon all hope yo, abandon all hope, it's like
Abandon all hope yo, abandon all hope...
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