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    [Intro - Unknown man]

    Thou mayest indeed

    Tune onto the forbidden channel

    And see it like it is baby

    *Record Scratch in*

    You should be a champion

    Never fall on me

    Deceit, deceit, deceit

    *Record Scratch out*

    "Getting dusty in the cellar"

    [Verse 1 - Aesop Rock]

    Yo

    I was thinking about my sick friend

    Stringing a ring around my whit's end

    30 loops later his feet hung inches out the pig pen

    Motley day goblins brought up pillage to pass the stillness

    With bad javelin tip dipped inside barrel black magic brilliance

    Who rose at the tomb of the Unknown Soldier?

    To capture the fashion fragment choreographed in traffic dancing for nickels

    Looked like sickle cells with the principles of pi rotary

    One hope distortion odyssey sputters itself to my how not example sample

    Give me the bread crust while considering the littering

    I don't pity the head rush or the whimpering, spill

    Anchor to rock bottom, rocks bottom packs a ravenous catalyst

    Sprung arachnid, leashed by the carnal tyrant

    I choked when the cage bird sings and stings

    Springs me up delirium to stitch the clipped wings

    I say instinctively break through while clinging the shrieking souls

    Mourning the death of full and high to loss of quality control

    Quality control, stand still string up the banner

    From the beehive to the anthill; rag dummy

    Incorporate the unison of Vikings ship; throw us best of perfection

    Of the twice to burn with half the stone throwers, speak your assessment

    My communicative, hinderings please the needs

    Of a billion hungry victims gripped by the hell that's left to splinters

    Shiving up the mass of natives and it's league marvels

    One component's sure to shock a mass burial, breeze

    Broken penny bank fragments float up at staggered seas

    Dirty work plus applicants with chatter box disease

    Iron bandit, give them the stars, the head balloons and rubies

    Asked for many moons and I can't stand it any more

    [Unknown man]

    This is how I feel that I sling

    And the regulars were so amazed

    *Record Scratch in*

    I'm the mightiest slinger of them all!

    There is a time for war and a time for peace

    And a time to run and a time to split

    *Record Scratch out*

    "Getting dusty in the cellar"

    [Verse 2 - Aesop Rock]

    I don't run a funny race, malnourished monarchs and loopy astrals

    Where 99.9% swivel the broken axels

    I built boats of a pack rat bats of bully club swung

    Post utility inhalants nail it to stability and sail it

    Lopsided Star bird bow crooked mass makeshift

    Patching holes with chewing gum and stitching sail to thirty phases

    Observe me sitting with my eyes tied to the clock, ?Cause

    I know that once that wind kicks up you and your motors left rope to the dock

    And it's the, art of clarity married to slender extension

    Of blue sky of a happy neighborhood

    String on my ring has left me dancing like wooden dummies in a paper nature

    Marry had a case of door nails, Francis little brittle dolls of paper

    In assembly, I tremble with a crocodile smile

    Hiding a fish out of water complex provided upon entry

    Now if I, were to, hold the speed

    To levigate the game plan, would you wanna still impede

    I mean I guess, I can just divorce me from the rest

    And blame my chemical imbalance for the fact I've made a mess

    But my loyalty supply hints ???

    And I'm thinking that damn town prior's about to fill this here bucket

    It's that, grand precious that precious that part of you wants to touch

    And part of you just wants to sit and be impressed with

    Tainted agony induct in barnacle attachments

    Mood swinging upon the barnstorm to perpendicular traffic

    Spread, circle 4,000 circuits you burn to cater wings

    Above alkadiene Townsman spoon-fed the shadow

    I'm tired of being wired into the thief ratio

    It's gnawing a hole through my scheme so I leave (know what I mean?)

    [Outro - Unknown man]

    It is the molotov cocktail hour

    Have I not brought you blessings without number?

    *Record Scratch in*

    They have plenty of nothing and nothing is plenty for them

    Yea

    I've never had it so good

    *Record Scratch out*

    "Getting dusty in the cellar" x3

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