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    Verse One:

    I saw the rod-eye cross and murder circle above my turret
    Slither spiraling banister down a hide
    My ruby glass glazed specs staple to trade the market thieves
    Where vendors cop the stolen citrus out they pyramids
    Merry without a slapstick mavericks plugged directly to 3rd rail surges
    Piss on electric mayhem through city commuter circuits
    Oooh child, raises oddity, son of a circus side show freak
    Pertinent to the slide show, the wino's leak but I won't speak
    Infected projection hung thicken the air
    Punching is burning plastics upon whiffing the nasal cringes
    Pucker another 60-second lapse while 60 stars collapse the suckers
    And I'm reborn every time the wine metamorphs back to water, my god
    Sweet Christ crucify me with rail road spikes
    Use my skull to bash them all in, gather sit and grin, weave
    All fair the most serene communication's pageant
    Where sitting with a stranger and living awards the badges
    I spell Marry with my name stitched on my heritage
    Incinerate arrogant simpletons to feed my cherished wind
    Buried in leagues a please, thank you, pardon, excuse me
    Your welcome, may I? ohh, I'd like to nod but no you may not
    Let's take a deep breath, naw let's take a breath
    Naw let's take, naw let's aaah shit, well I guess that about says it
    Maybe I'll craft the sycamore canoe and paddle upstream
    Where the luck seems to reflect precious lovely interventions

    Chorus:

    I have died a thousand deaths, and I apologize for you and yours
    For kicking your fantasies overboard
    I mean I'm only one servant, ayo one hell of a diversion
    And if the masses have agreed to split the sea then let it bleed

    I have died a thousand deaths, and I apologize for them and theirs
    For breaking down their ropes, ladders and stairs
    I mean I'm only one servant, ayo one hell of a diversion
    And if the masses have agreed to split the sea then let it bleed

    Verse Two:

    You ever died a thousand deaths? I have
    And in the morrow stood a thousand steps from where my nourish laughed
    And made a boat at, nomad, I roam in a social coma
    Jones and behome alone days sink how my poems I
    Dig in the dirt I bring up the earth like pulley systems
    Thereby painting the perfect metaphor for hung juries
    Strung along a song of spawning thorns of fury
    Numb the anti-add-alarm before he recognized this worries me
    Carpet by my spearheading fink-eye beretta
    Walk my line, now what? Now strut that little poison combine
    Y'all call natural, in honesty promise me twenty thousand salami links
    And dive and finding my thriving ivy leaves climbing up the pit fall
    Lack of most lords aboard, heroes unsung heroes unbrung rewards
    Yo if I flutter in a trouble clutch then I dance fancy forward
    Like park children double dutching ropes in burning city summers
    My wing span can and will employ full expansion
    Unfolding while lamping at home with my hands spanning for gold
    Told them the roof was on fire, when that structure burned to ashes
    All y'all saw was Aesop Rock holding an empty book of matches
    Maybe I'll sit until the spilling motors clear
    Maybe I'll sit and stroke my billie goat beard
    And rethink the time angels appear, maybe I won't
    Bundled in my humble little plummet
    Numb enough to die those thousand deaths under the sun it makes me sick

    Chorus:

    I have died a thousand deaths, and I apologize for you and yours
    For kicking your fantasies overboard
    I mean I'm only one servant, ayo one hell of a diversion
    And if the masses have agreed to split the sea then let it bleed

    I have died a thousand deaths, and I apologize for them and theirs
    For breaking down their ropes, ladders and stairs
    I mean I'm only one servant, ayo one hell of a diversion
    And if the masses have agreed to split the sea then let it bleed

    I have died a thousand deaths, and I apologize for you and yours
    For kicking your fantasies overboard
    I mean I'm only one servant, ayo one hell of a diversion
    And if the masses have agreed to split the sea then let it bleed

    I have died a thousand deaths, and I apologize for them and theirs
    For breaking down their ropes, ladders and stairs
    I mean I'm only one servant, ayo one hell of a diversion
    And if the masses have agreed to split the sea then let it bleed

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