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Labor Days
by Aesop Rock
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Overall Rating:
3.1224
Avg. Critic Score:
3.6933
Labor Days Lyrics
Lyrics
Disc
Track
Title
- [echoes]
- [sample cut and scratched]
- [Aesop Rock]
- Who put the monkey wrench in well oiled prefectionist emblem
- Just to watch these moniters spit white noise
- through your office space auto made
- I infect knowledge gene pool dissented cloud clusters
- Brushing dust mites off your starborn all revolution sound jugglers
- Delinquent fan for brick habitat bob, weave, stick, move fence
- and put somewhere in the middle for slick invention
- This years brain crop spread spectacular
- I ain't mad at cha don't stay mad at the caliber
- I twist characters like twist characters
- Talley up the alley cat aggresion
- in this Doug E. Fresh infested mess up bassline lust
- An automatic B-boy krylon can't combust circuits
- Working these war picked cyphers
- with head striker stability and kamakazi chivalry
- I alone noble in a warm food feud
- Walking ten generations ain't nobody asking for your patience
- Who ranned off but only meet to face the fact
- that I knew myself and didn't have to ask nobody else
- (Talk about labor) Fantastic planet urchin puting work in
- Searching for pertinent verse minus the murderous diversions
- Apologies won't lore me to the communal sob story
- nor would I sacrifice lifestyle to benefit jewerly temperament
- This whole Green Goblin webcutter butts up against
- crayola daydream landscapes spittin bedlam, Datum
- Charge the villagers nickles and nicotine
- to watch them fed to undiscreniled crack at the high noon
- (We sell popcorn, beer and balloons!)
- I got an echelon this gon be the one children bicker over
- And start warriors vs. baseball fury element
- to glitches mode of century development
- I am a star really! The big bang bastard's back
- with a one way ticket to Beat Street
- This soil is like relevent to human concept
- plot the man ratios man learning, I work past the service
- I work on what I love, I work the service on my vertince
- And I work till this here little flat line closes the curtains
- [beat plays with some scracthing]
- Yo...put one up shackle me, not clean logic procreation
- I did not invent the wheel I was the crooked spoke adjacent
- While the triple sixers lassos keep angels roped in the basement
- I walk the block with a halo and a stick poking your patience
- Ya'll catch a 30 second flash visual
- Dirty cooperative Neptune blue head hurt splits
- Ridiculous fathom the splicing of first generation
- fuck up or trickle down anti hero smack (Cracking!)
- I paste the game to zero all completion green (Splash!)
- Took an early retirement pick a dream
- American nightmare hogging the screen
- I'll hold the door open so you can stumble in
- and you would stop following me around the jungle gym
- Now it's an honor and I spell it with the 'H' I stole from heritage
- Marry crutch stolen wretched refuge refuse my teaming resonance
- I promise temperance storm breed with a leaning conscious
- In a credence relax responsive with my sports outsource the wattage
- And I'm sleeping now (Wow!) And the settlers laugh
- You won't be laughing when your covered wagons crash
- You won't be laughing when the buses drag your brother's flags into rags
- You won't be laughing when your front lawn is spangled with epitaphs
- You won't be laughing
- And I hang my boots to rest when I'm impressed
- So I triple knot them then I forgot them
- This origami dream is beautiful
- but man those wings will never leave the ground
- Without a feather and a lottery ticket, now settle down
- All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
- put the pieces back together my way.
- All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
- put the pieces back together my way.
- All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
- put the pieces back together my way.
- All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
- put the pieces back together my way.
- Slacker bounded imitated tabloid headlined with the post
- Shimmy cross the centerfold, and a dead time in ghosts
- Giving crumbs for the better souls with seven deadly sins
- To hear the plane to crystal conscious
- To results a low life counting on one hand what he's accomplished
- Ok, lift me to activism chain activate street sweep
- Plug in deteriorating zenith pen dragging
- I hack swords wars for the morbid spreading of mad men
- Now he's got soul
- Sitting there licking log cabin in Charlie Chaplin waddle
- I could zig zag and zig 'em again for the bad dreams
- Sparking my brick wall windows another thicket storm
- And if one night in Gotham without the wretched
- Houston we have a problem
- Dispatch a task of infested patch of city goblins
- Who split how many freaks with box cuts of a high road bellow
- Heads ripped! Watch red bricks turn yellow
- Sort of similar to most backbones at camp Icarus
- Raw feelings start congregating at pamper for bickering
- Life's not a bitch life is a beautiful woman
- Your only call her a bitch because she won't let you get that pussy
- Maybe she didn't feel y'all shared any similar interests
- Or maybe you're just an asshole who couldn't sweet talk the princess
- Kiss the speaker wire or either pass it for some pagan thresh hold
- Stomach full of halo kibbles
- Wings span cast black of porn visuals hear the duck hunt ticker tape
- Vision and pick apart the pixels
- I got a friend of polar nature and it's all peace
- When I seek similar stars but can't sit at the same feast
- Metal Captain!
- This cat is asking if I've seen his little lost passion
- I told him: "Yeah, but only when I pedaled past him"
- All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
- put the pieces back together my way.
- All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
- put the pieces back together my way.
- All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
- put the pieces back together my way.
- All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
- put the pieces back together my way.
- (As so it goes..)
- Is it possible, conceiveable that I sleepwalked out of my apartment
- And went berzerk?"
- [Aesop Rock]
- In slipped rhythm
- Fed a cycle bound by dilemma-debting vendetta
- Escaped briefly back to my apartment
- Parked in front the fan
- And reminesce about the day I ran a mile with your heart in my hand
- 'Tesants get the New York home game
- With real life shoot-em-up action
- Thug, vagrant, yuppie, and art
- Free game piece all included
- I told this cat the earth was flat
- He walked till his beard grew long enough to strangle himself for being stupid
- Brick-a-back novelty
- Spliced with that sixth pack odyssey
- Godspeed Tequilla worm future, be concerned
- My feelings spread across the land reporting avalanche sightings
- While my introverted side is flying cadavers on kite strings
- I'ma never give, I'm juiced off ejection
- I'm stubborn as a thousand born agains avoiding questions
- From the alpha to the sand
- I bake the date up for my pledge
- To 'bay the traitor in the twice-forgotten favors that he bled
- Not a creature stirred, it reaks of subway metal
- Feather lecture journalist chin on fish shenanigans
- Recording mayhem with voices
- Benefit to break room
- Mummified manequins with future cleanse adamant
- And skeleton in cabinet
- This a Malcom circus, got a ring of fire
- Just big enough to shove my purpose in a circle
- I'm known to dip dusk in a broken city curfew
- Release the hounds and see which one can tractor trail and serve you SUCKA!
- I lay the Lord down upon its belly
- With my foot dug in between the third and fourth disk
- Yelling 'Break yo'self!'
- I'm the actualized data commission past penny tip jar donation
- Been arranged, made by the farfetch from stability
- Took a heart pledge early on
- Bled onto the drum doser
- Plow in the metronome, home
- Lone caddy corner to cock-eyed sound booster
- Sensation'll leave siesomgraph stabbin away on stone tablets
- To sketch up out your future
- I drifted out the main spelunking unit with watered down sand
- But have canceled developed, courtesy America
- Land of the free base
- Home of the triplicate grill character
- My sorta sideways tilt called pinball blinker
- It citizens wander through ex-warrants steady bleed
- With dilapadated winter jacket
- I rock a crooked lid piece
- A sweat a bit to make my Wookie ends meet
- Pascifist willing to step into a friend's beef if needed
- Wing clipper, I hierarch compassionate
- Where they whine on some 'Daddy's gonna kill Ralphy' shit
- Sucked the proverbial silver spoon to the parents quit apparently
- Parasol spinnin casually like 'I'm an artist, please don't laugh at me'
- Ok, time to buckle the fuck down
- Side of the wobbly system back to original form, pumpkin
- You can catch the memoir in several dimensions
- The joy of life logic, don't employ the spite process
- Hence, your plight botches
- I didn't even cause all that destruction
- I'm sorry...so sorry"
- [Chorus][4x]
- This be the big
- F-L-A-S-H-F-L-O-O-D, Flashflood
- ucy was 7 and wore a head of blue barettes
- City born, into this world with no knowledge and no regrets
- Had a piece of yellow chalk with which she'd draw upon the street
- The many faces of the various locals that she would meet
- There was joshua, age 10
- Bully of the block
- Who always took her milk money at the morning bus stop
- There was Mrs. Crabtree, and her poodle
- She always gave a wave and holler on her weekly trip down to the bingo
- parlor
- And she drew
- Men, women, kids, sunsets, clouds
- And she drew
- Skyscrapers, fruit stands, cities, towns
- Always said hello to passers-by
- They'd ask her why she passed her time
- Attachin lines to concrete
- But she would only smile
- Now all the other children living in or near her building
- Ran around like tyrants, soaking up the open fire hydrants
- They would say
- Lucy would pause, look, grin and say
- Well, well, one year passed
- And believe it or not
- She covered every last inch of the entire sidewalk,
- And she stopped-
- She said:
- [Chorus: x2]
- 1 2 3
- That's the speed of the seed
- A B C
- That's the speed of the need
- You can dream a little dream
- Or you can live a little dream
- I'd rather live it
- Cuz dreamers always chase
- But never get it
- Now Lucy was 37, and introverted somewhat
- Basement apartment in the same building she grew up in
- She traded in her blue barettes for long locks held up with a clip
- Traded in her yellow chalk for charcoal sticks
- And she drew
- Little bobby who would come to sweep the porch
- And she drew
- The mailman, delivered everyday at 4
- Lucy had very little contact with the folks outside her cubicle day
- But she found it suitable, and she liked it that way
- She had a man now: Rico, similar, hermit
- They would only see each other once or twice a week on purpose
- They appreciated space and Rico was an artist too
- So they'd connect on saturdays to share the pictures that they drew
- (Look!)
- Now every month or so, she'd get a knock upon the front door
- Just one of the neighbors,
- Actin nice, although she was a strange girl, really
- Say, "Lucy, wanna join me for some lunch??"
- Lucy would smile and say "I'm busy, thank you much"
- And they would make a weird face the second the door shut
- And run and tell their friends how truly crazy Lucy was
- And lucy knew what people thought but didn't care
- Cuz while they spread their rumors through the street
- She'd paint another masterpiece
- [Chorus x2]
- Lucy was 87, upon her death bed
- At the senior home, where she had previously checked in
- Traded in the locks and clips for a head rest
- Traded in the charcoal sticks for arthritis, it had to happen
- And she drew no more, just sat and watched the dawn
- Had a television in the room that she'd never turned on
- Lucy pinned up a life worth's of pictures on the wall
- And sat and smiled, looked each one over, just to laugh at it all
- No Rico, he had passed, 'bout 5 years back
- So the visiting hours pulled in a big flock o' nothin
- She'd never spoken once throughout the spanning of her life
- Until the day she leaned forward, grinned and pulled the nurse aside
- And she said:
- Because a dream is what you wanna do, but still haven't pursued
- I knew what I wanted and did it till it was done
- So i've been the dream that I wanted to be since day one!"
- Well!
- The nurse jumped back,
- She'd never heard Lucy even talk,
- 'Specially words like that
- She walked over to the door, and pulled it closed behind
- Then Lucy blew a kiss to each one of her pictures
- And she died.
- [Chorus x2]
- 1 2 3...
- A B C...
- [Aesop Rock]
- I start my city with a brick (one brick)
- Then add another brick (two bricks)
- Brick by brick, I manufacture homes for fallen angels
- I ain't no great Samaritan, that's just the way the game goes
- Respect the polars but acknowlege middle-value rainbows
- My snout turned up from dream factory eyelids
- Slingin bottled prosperity for the kamikaze colonels
- Yeah rocks the match that burned the Nazi journals
- And plottin verticals amidst blatantlly horizontal
- Models then swallowed by famished potholes
- And I'm tired
- Tied up on these functions
- Killer cottoncandy clouds and huckleberry justice league
- Another knuckle-dragger dungeon breed
- Run, breathe, sit, bellow
- Wild Aes scream through your style to hear the echo
- Aight then, flinch for the great granddaddy payback
- When Little Billy bought a Tugboat
- Now he thinks he's Captain Ahab
- Facist takes for the pegleg's birds and eyepatches
- Learn that lesson, you'll be swashbuckling with the best of them
- Wonder why you wept over spilled milk
- And got your crayons wet, the room reaks of a thousand bayonettes
- I'll fision vision with a lie longer than your most walked meridian
- Connecting life with that little species of midians
- We've now officially scraped barrel bottom
- Aesop Rock an Apple to the core but ya'll ignored him
- I know a planet made of porcelain
- And once I get tired of holding this gavel up
- Ya'll prayer circles met him up born again
- I ain't too good for tap water
- Play "Taps" out of order
- For a ballad, corpse a dead man walkin
- You can lead a man to a city but that don't assure civility
- You can beat a man to death with Aesop Rock bootleg cd's
- (That's more fun anyway)
- Some cats Float, some cats don't
- I speak in Farenheit and burn off colon lyric
- Diss blatant harassment, spit honor, whistle fearless
- Don't dismiss the billygoat appearance for that common sheep
- [Chorus][Aesop overlapping Illogic, fading in and out of each other]
- [Aesop Rock]
- Platforms have been erected
- Effigies built
- Slogans coined, songs have been written
- Rumors have been circulated
- Autographs faked
- The hourglass smashed and didn't leave me an escape
- Moving boxes have been worn out
- Mantlepieces dusted
- Idols idolized, the sands have been shifted
- Curtains have been closed
- Sleepers all waked
- The hourglass smashed and didn't leave me an escape
- [Illogic][overlapping Aesop, fading in and out]
- Now with my trusty paperclip
- I picked locks of thoughts vault
- Finding the God in barren
- The harvest fruitless
- Only the Tree of Life flourishing
- Wanting to take a bite but I'm toothless
- Is that, predestination or is it by design?
- That I'm trapped in time sand
- Show radio mission control but for my rhymes
- Man cuz I can like aluminum
- And I recycle my consciousness
- This is just a note
- For any action or lack thereof as a consequence
- [Illogic]
- Wingless angels
- Stroll a top shapeless cottonballs
- With halos in your syringe
- Celestial ground is found broken
- Exposing a bottomless depth
- Where heartless spines awake to devour
- The small piece of your soul that's left
- You're immersed in sound floating
- Aimless destination
- Drop anchor to gain stability
- Stare out potions, restrain fertility
- Pedestal talk is a token
- Soaked in pockets with lives, topics, lack conceptual, ridicule
- The night breathes but light's choking
- Darkness occupies the throne
- Where poems are persecuted
- The purity at times dilluted
- Rhymes are executed
- For genre I'm told when has-beens attempt
- To cause heat to rise and wonder why they're trapped in cold
- Life's an oragmi box and I'm hidden within the fold
- So when the yarn unravels, I won't be caught by surprise
- And as society's fabric of orthodoxes dismantle
- I'll see you embracing the pentagram within this crucifix disguise
- See when the canvas stands before me
- I'm compelled to spill a vision
- For the sinners that listen, I got three spikes and a thorned crowns
- It seems I need a new soul cuz mine is worn down
- But from the pregance of my hardship was born style
- Still my pen bleeds and stains the paper with thought
- Finding me lost among statues and mainstream idols
- Browning in melted ice to reinforce that breath is vital
- If your father and his father were fish out of water
- You must break the cycle
- How many times must a plant be uprooted for it to die?
- When it's smothered with lies that abolish the potency of the sky
- So when the stars burn out and God replaces the bulbs
- With a million watts
- And throws the switch, sparks filament
- Hurting new giants and flocks
- I stand my own two aura illuminated in red
- Showcasing the agony held within this welded spirit
- Sacrificing itself for the health of a masocistic culture
- Yearning for the truth that we speak but refuse to hear it
- [Chorus]
- [cut up]
- [Aesop Rock]
- I've been a biplane dog fighter Henson invention
- Trooper burst result of Dragon Ball Z/Speed Racer gene splicing
- Mach force, blind the extorted style from the common dirty
- Destiny dream sighting, important as split the prints
- God shit the planet screaming "What on Earth is that?"
- I sit back five dimensions
- Only to muscle the overcooked specimen
- Fending tragic fatality successful dodging violets
- All hail Mary and hello dollies!
- I flow ridiculous, indigenous to now
- Who holds the fifth golden ticket?
- Saw the wicked war phantom mansion beyond the pickets
- The house next door to when the stickball clears the fence
- Y'all hesitate to fetch it!
- I was walking through a pinball tilt built landscape
- Terradactle circling turtle
- I bite the bullet in a wingspan shadow
- Suck and rust the oxygen gulps
- And spit the metal directly back up the barrel
- We icegrill the silhouettes (right)
- The common decency factors a lowball estimate of zero
- My testament is striking b-boy stances
- Dancing past the foggy mirror
- With wipes clean the billy goat beard, camoflague the spirit
- I'm at six degrees of sexy sarcasm
- Yeah never swam up inside summerjam classic
- Under the bed backwards bastard
- Scaverning the carnival grounds for an outlet
- WHO THE FUCK IS AES ROCK?
- I'm not a name to keep at arms length
- Adjacent to little ? quilt makeshift
- Sick security mechanism, check your mission
- I am not a vision, check your mission
- Just a simple sourpatch delinquent
- No it will not help you shove your Lincoln
- [Chorus][2x]
- I alone settle
- I alone peddle in the mud
- I alone, I condone rebel zone planting
- I alone stand in a social coma
- All up to your dome, follow I alone
- [Method Man]
- [Scratches]
- [Aesop Rock]
- Well he was maverick enough but still scraped up
- Taki 183 innovation for the kids
- Brick foot ironlung honor
- Escape through the night like a disgruntled teen Krylon bomber
- Without a care inside from posting the roster
- Mal-adjusted blank faced civilian dispersed feelings
- Reeling in several separate defunct fame-booster modules
- This nervous twitch mark the most delectable ingredient
- See Aesop starving troops in cell blocks with strap-on feeding bins
- (More like) Like I'd auction off a fuck for that blind cause you ride in
- I'd rather find the floors and watch you hide them
- Feel the haggered look penetrate brain castle
- Blasting clear out the back of this batches sour wind collection
- (FLASH FLOODER!)
- You're a fuckin wind-up toy
- A goddamn four string criminal trading card
- The reason they decorate the fonts of closing credits
- To boost on-looker amusement after fading hard
- Catch more Z's than Rip Van Winkle's 12 Step Narcolepsy Seminar
- The action, we all compete the masked illusion
- The commonfolk, I provoke em all
- Challenge thirty balance
- I alone pour talent while they fidget
- If the revolution ain't gon' be televised
- Then fuck, I'll probably miss it
- [Chorus 2x]
- [Aesop Rock]
- Yo change the fuckin channel
- I burn a Coma candle
- When the flame fades, consider my flatline a soldier's sample
- We them cats talkin noise behind that New York trash heap
- Where the stench of commuter briefcase replaces a bad sleep
- And it's, worker zig-zagers versus piggy batch flashers
- Training Generation Fallout
- Waterfall bricklayer pincushion crawl out
- There's smoke in my iris
- But I painted a sunny day on the insides of my eyelids
- So I'm ready now (What you ready for?)
- I'm ready for life in this city
- And my wings have grown almost enough to lift me
- I'm a dinosaur with Jones Beach in my hourglass
- Passing the time with serial killer coloringbooks and bags of marbles
- Don't tell me you ain't the droid that held the match to the charcoals
- Don't tell me Lucifer and God don't carpool
- (This is our school)
- I'm not trying to graduate to life at the curse on the lounge barstool
- Head in a jar on the desk, feet dangling in a shark pool
- (Man please) Man please
- My name stands for my being
- And my being stands for the woman who stood
- And braved the storm could raise this evening
- (Brother, sun, sister, moon, mother beautiful)
- Yeah middle sibling suitable but far from son of excellence
- Back in a long time agi, I was to way the wishes wish
- But Mister Smits, I slept through my appointment
- Saw the liquid dreams of a thousand babies solidify
- And picked the rose and wielded
- The second I introduced myself as Nervous
- Well it appears the scars of learning have spoken
- Some are burning, some have rosen
- Some deserve tall tales, some have wrote them
- Some are just a brutal reprocussion of devotion
- Mine are all of the above cuz everything leads to erosion
- Now where I live there's a homeless man
- He sits upon a crate
- He makes a rusty trumpet sound like the music that angels make
- Now if you ever come and visit me, I suggest you watch the show
- Tell him Aesop Rock sent ya just to hear his horn blow like this
- [Horn samples]
- [Aesop Rock]
- And I ain't getting any younger
- My knuckles wear their bruises well
- I've yet to lose that hunger
- But only time can tell
- Prodigal Son with a prodigal wish to sew that prodigal stitch
- And crucify bigot voodoo doll on two popsicle sticks
- See your name is Ambiguity
- My name is something hands can't hold
- But hearts part ocean scapes just to watch the starlet unfold
- It's like sketching a circle in the dirt with a pointed stick
- Knowing the wind'll kill it some day, still it calls my burning wits for now
- And if I plow the fields that don't guarantee plentiful harvest
- But starving artists die, I set my alarm for five o'clock
- Idols block survival crops the cycle stops for nothing
- The Bible's carp revivalist winos flock by the hundreds
- To the opening, scarlet carpets greeting their duel
- Leading the stubborn mule to cruel rugburn
- But y'all numb from gut fuel
- I administer eclispe, there ain't no motor like a martyr-made motor
- Cuz a martyr-made motor don't quit
- I am an epiphany, I am wet foot mammal
- Channel surfing my way to the top
- Tugboat in a bottle
- With no holes poked in the nozzle
- I fed em bedlam diluted in limelight
- Till that rookie boogie graduated hostile
- And the vehicle is grandeur and it veered over the medium
- The second my halo ran outta helium
- Demoted to thorn crown, damn talk about numbskull
- I was born bound to a stencil called symmetry
- But my energy's a rental
- So I take this now to save
- My cute seniorita beholding a flame to a lost wick
- Thank you James Anthony for the band-aids on my ego
- Y'all are family for life
- I'll take that bullet to preserve you
- I wanna be something spectacular
- On the day the sun runs outta batteries
- Attach my fashion to the casualties of anarchy
- Save my nickels up to buy that homeless man a brand new horn
- Then sit up on his crate as I witness the beauty born like this
- (I ain't gettin any younger)
- [Horn samples to end]
- Raw, I'm going to give it to you
- With no trivia
- Raw like that Aesop rock iron-fisted blissed felicia
- While bent funny bone grown community
- Spit a thousand m-1 ripples to cripple the continuity
- Tap water builds character
- Right I irrigate it straight to mainline
- You want to do the same? Fine
- These pretty profit grommet teams solidify the clot to slippery city salt piston pump drain
- But hold those incredible console with the Russian roulette baboon spin-off
- Where everyday a thousand strangers pray for empty chambers
- One-sixth buckle
- Five Sixths sweat bullets trying to keep it subtle
- But I'll get you (I'm going to get you)
- Wobbly rope bridge
- Broke inches tired of dry land
- But duck skull stepping-stones suit the mix-down well
- Well, when the rumor spreads that y'all stupid
- I'll be the cat with guilty look on face and shirt that reads: I didn't do it!
- Is it on, is it beyond basic
- Does it ice grill you or is every song faceless?
- Does it have a title? If didn't would you name it?
- Does it babble about nothing like a drunken atheist?
- We could run that Or' Wells '84 war
- For the room 1 on 1 z-tour
- Till he try and fidgets with his or her own work spear specifics
- Swerve around the cobra kisses
- See if the venom overloads this vision
- I'm going to suck the poison out and spit it
- Stole my sneakers but your features never fit in
- Servers you right for trying to walk a mile outside your limits
- I'm going to tiptoe across this yo-yo string
- Until you walk the dog out from under my feet and skip town, sit down
- [Chorus]
- It goes boom boom boom
- Boombox
- Earth to a-r vertical burden has increased at an alarming rate
- This is down a point
- Murder up, glee down and still falling
- Still crawling out of bed at 2 on Saturdays
- Came this blind soldier-burning confessional
- Ease back; let a heart thump echo normalcy for 10
- Let the back burner boiling point descend
- I race the derby in the first heat (strike personal)
- Strike personal space with the most utterly putrid version of grace
- Spit the gimmick, sit and fidget
- While we try and jump through hoops
- Like Coney Island freak show midgets
- Want to be a fighter pilot
- Driving that childish early Wright brothers experiment
- Prototypic model fossil
- Sit and sweat bullets on a console
- Busting accidental dirt bike donuts
- Outside the most ridiculous poison tongue brain silo
- Dead before the chubby decry ton conquered the high note
- School by the cruel intention inventions pensive sideshow
- See contrary to popular certainty
- I alone advance without an earthly poem
- And dance on a handful of zoning fans
- Holding every chance to own the land I roam
- With dome in hands
- Truly be its only camper happy with the scrap heap
- See I convinced myself it's on
- Therefore it is and the melody settles
- Beneath the fact that I'm just spitting for these kids
- I tried to get them all open
- And once I quit and said I didn't care
- That's when they all threw their hands up in the air
- [Chorus]
- It goes boom boom boom
- Boombox
- [Aesop Rock]
- Yo
- I take 10 steps with a bedlamped vision
- Study the disorders we've absorbed inside the village
- I understand the plagues and shake hands with my grimace that remain up in
- my face like top to bottom train car feelings
- Lets question the ascension of a broken social icon in various domino affect
- I'm blow this hex over the mission
- Just to administer the indoor sucker punch to (?) its pitiful condition
- [C-Rayz Walz]
- With no alibi love is used as a guide by the civilized
- Some see it as the body heat you feel when you close your eyes
- That's so much of a lie, you can leave your hair dyed and scorch your roots
- As the truth hits your ears begin to cry
- I don't have the answers, or at least the ones you want to hear
- City lights look like bright groups of fire flies
- Many see the truth (the proof) only when the liar dies
- Tires screech to a halt, the ground cries
- Spit sparks speak to the streets
- The skid marks are replies
- Read discussions of what we rode through entrenched in the vocals]
- The hopeless stay hopeful (the toxic fumes choke you)
- As I walk out my door, step into the pollution
- (I breathe in the problems) exhale solutions
- Physically the situation's hard to stop
- I had a wicked jump shot and sold crack rock on back blocks
- Casualties in this apocalypse (street chronicle)
- abnormal abdominals (push-ups phenomenal)
- Relaxin drinking my 6-pack maxing
- faxing my thoughts on the satellite, via Donahue (push it)
- Table talk, salt and pepper conversation
- Integrated sectors, metropolis and mecca
- It's a conspiracy (you know), I can't lie dukes
- Sometimes I feel the rats got a better deal than I do
- [Aesop Rock][Chorus]
- It goes thieves, bandits, low lives, scum
- Punks that buckle under the rumple of my drum
- Steadily searching for something new under the sun
- But its stagnant, act of development first of madness
- Thieves, bandits, low lives, scum
- Punks that buckle under the rumple of my drum
- Steadily searching for something new under the sun
- But its hurtin, act of development first diversion
- [C-Rayz Walz]
- A new universe in ancient, so I stay patient
- In a gravel pit, travelin thoughts and ravelin, pacing
- Embracing light of America, and found a shade of darkness (underground)
- The traincar used to be my apartment
- Sick of people rushin in the doors before I get out
- Conductors closing the doors before I get in, I shout
- Don't get worried now (We've been in a cold world!)
- We just getting flurries now?
- [Aesop Rock]
- Yeah, its like sloooowww dooowwwn,
- You're movin much to fast to bust through the finale fashioned glass
- Its delicate demeanor and I teach you how to hang
- But we like 1970 something 20 clicks outside your name (tear obedience)
- I apologize for the faulty academics
- but they placed us in a miserable stasis
- I let bygones be bygones
- But tryin to see eye to eye with the face lift
- just aint working the way the manual paints it
- See I soak in a blue note factory
- While most cats hassle bandits lamping (?) solo
- And when the last red brick topples over the earth
- to intercept your crooked little mess
- I can be found in a social coma directly to your left
- Engaged in a conversation, a marvel with my breath
- Regarding how to document the shady baby steps
- I bounce checks like a modern
- Sleep with one eye open while the other two drift
- together specimens from the promise land
- This for the thinkers
- This for the erchants allergic to they own stingers
- This for the absurd verdict linkers
- This for that cat at my shows that's always got prophetic opinions
- but cant remember where his drink is
- I'm wallowing, shrugging I'm plugging your corporation
- Cause we alley cats addicted to the sickly warped sensation
- Answer this: when all that's said and done
- are you a memorable troop or just a lab rat on the run
- Choose one
- [Chorus]
- [Aesop Rock]
- Zoom in to the fuming of an aggravated breed
- Via the study of post-adolesent agitated seeds
- Half the patients wasted self pride at Commencement
- So I focus on the urban Oxygen samples, the hot that made it breathe
- They sold Pompeii impression, waste infections
- And twelve steps to lesson
- Cretins swiftly tippy toe on hard to swallow, barter concepts
- The give-it get-it, never let it self pass the word, eyeing stubborness
- Martyrs 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 heartstring 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 retain baby fat
- Make the biter snake bedlam
- Holocaust freak, heckle shiesty brain headroom shaped planet
- Make a move, pause, make a move break cannon
- Bent barrel one eight zero, you'll turn, squeeze, ending
- 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 seat atop 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 burned yesterday
- Let's display the purpose that these stilts serve
- Elevate the spreading of the silk germ
- Trying to weave a 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
- Dry as sand, parched, damn get these men some water
- They're out there being slaughtered
- In meaningless wars so you don't have to bother
- And 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 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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