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    [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

    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


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