[Verse 1: Aesop Rock]
Yo, I mock tenor, lend a hand (Lend that hand!)
We rock negative, mock to lend a hand to zealots
I walk the block with a can of phantom repellant
A cappella got a bread crumb; spray the crowd
Fill that gut up to that stomach, shut the fuck up!
[Verse 2: Eyedea]
Let’s make a sharp turn to avoid this road of heartburn
Those that are smart learn
To carefully count the amount they art earns
Barefoot we walk on a dirt trail full of broken glass
I’m prepared to say (I’ma be alright)
Secretly hope you ask
[Verse 3: Slug]
Dismantling the math of every bridge in our path
The ugly carving out a line between the good and the bad
You can scream until the cords in your neck stretch and snap
But best believe the three of us
Will walk away with the last laugh
[Verse 4: Aesop Rock]
Your stance to the canvas silhouettes
With a crooked cigarette clamp and a raised cup
Crooked in the cage for luck; if I should botch it
Negotiate the merger with an optimistic process
Then serve through the wormhole
I guess I’m still learning the trickery
Breathe and I shove my key in the mystery
Jimmy the latch and attach my nickname to the victory
It’s like, we’ve been through the same shit a hundred times
If you see a penny, pick it up, like engine number nine
Yo, I mock tenor, lend a hand (Lend that hand!)
We rock negative, mock to lend a hand to zealots
I walk the block with a can of phantom repellant
A cappella got a bread crumb; spray the crowd
Fill that gut up to that stomach, shut the fuck up!
[Verse 2: Eyedea]
Let’s make a sharp turn to avoid this road of heartburn
Those that are smart learn
To carefully count the amount they art earns
Barefoot we walk on a dirt trail full of broken glass
I’m prepared to say (I’ma be alright)
Secretly hope you ask
[Verse 3: Slug]
Dismantling the math of every bridge in our path
The ugly carving out a line between the good and the bad
You can scream until the cords in your neck stretch and snap
But best believe the three of us
Will walk away with the last laugh
[Verse 4: Aesop Rock]
Your stance to the canvas silhouettes
With a crooked cigarette clamp and a raised cup
Crooked in the cage for luck; if I should botch it
Negotiate the merger with an optimistic process
Then serve through the wormhole
I guess I’m still learning the trickery
Breathe and I shove my key in the mystery
Jimmy the latch and attach my nickname to the victory
It’s like, we’ve been through the same shit a hundred times
If you see a penny, pick it up, like engine number nine
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