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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 brains(?) target the cluster
    I advance clutchin' the mic like bully the knuckle duster
    Innocent, your riddles yield a little plastic blend
    Fuck a badge, light 'em on fire dance a jig around the pig
    Figurin' yeah, I'll land a plan on bleached fame trackers
    Using only the finest im post-modern terrain mappers
    Once my breath is dispersed...
    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

    Now someone's approached the robe, 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 embelished 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 til 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
    Ackgnowledges 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 brew in panic situations
    It fucks a little with my brittle gift
    I tell myself "Stay" (Stay)... up high
    Makin' my career 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
    Propper 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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