[Aesop Rock]
Sulking in bulk and a half, sulk in a laugh, crash test
Figure the mixture's digging up his last breath
Grief leaf thief briefly turned chieftain
The tap water is on the waters off the waters leaking
So this is blue?
My frame reportedly sparred in garden variety burners and lost to normalcy
My terms the memoir, obligation the bookmark
Crystallize impurities to zero on the...
Autocrat derby catapult sponges, my hunches hurling murder abundance
Lunches where the city sump is pungent, (Curdling!)
Tomorrow sits on what the sin/consquence merger brings
To bubble up along the edges of precious child fantasy broken, broken
Hi, my name is Hazardous Tobacconist (Hi), hung on the brink
I purge a dirge and spit my lung in the sink
As for the product, well it's wrenched in a barren backward wasteland
Of shimmering moral tension adventuring to blossom pleasant
I've done it all, from pixie dust to cramming pins in voodoo dolls
And ninety-nine dreams linked on the shooting gallery wall
But it's like, not a wave crash similar to last or next
Heckle me not already doctored by regrets
Rain (rain)
Belligerent fragments bond massive
Usher in the pixels 'til the image burn classic
Bliss in a barrel and motivation in a basket
Imma cast it out to sea and wait for my karma to grasp it
I left my crutch over the rainbow with my riches
And I know the rat race of the bad taste once its grimace cringes
See, an iron butterfly will float if given good condition
But I'm still fishing the same worm from the same faulty position
Sulking in bulk and a half, sulk in a laugh, crash test
Figure the mixture's digging up his last breath
Grief leaf thief briefly turned chieftain
The tap water is on the waters off the waters leaking
So this is blue?
My frame reportedly sparred in garden variety burners and lost to normalcy
My terms the memoir, obligation the bookmark
Crystallize impurities to zero on the...
Autocrat derby catapult sponges, my hunches hurling murder abundance
Lunches where the city sump is pungent, (Curdling!)
Tomorrow sits on what the sin/consquence merger brings
To bubble up along the edges of precious child fantasy broken, broken
Hi, my name is Hazardous Tobacconist (Hi), hung on the brink
I purge a dirge and spit my lung in the sink
As for the product, well it's wrenched in a barren backward wasteland
Of shimmering moral tension adventuring to blossom pleasant
I've done it all, from pixie dust to cramming pins in voodoo dolls
And ninety-nine dreams linked on the shooting gallery wall
But it's like, not a wave crash similar to last or next
Heckle me not already doctored by regrets
Rain (rain)
Belligerent fragments bond massive
Usher in the pixels 'til the image burn classic
Bliss in a barrel and motivation in a basket
Imma cast it out to sea and wait for my karma to grasp it
I left my crutch over the rainbow with my riches
And I know the rat race of the bad taste once its grimace cringes
See, an iron butterfly will float if given good condition
But I'm still fishing the same worm from the same faulty position
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