The bully cycles dig the stitch in
Rig the hitch in golden theory
Teary victims walk in Slatters like my left eye astigmatism
Lift the bridge and sink
Link the fink divisions ink transmission with a jinx
Instead of tripping off the ways glitter blinks
Sinker
The book had mentioned several separate crafts that mobilize to clash defendants
The end-all installments dissolved in a Class A blemish 'n such
I'm touching oxblood skies over my city which hover in blue disguise
The dry season New York's five reasons flock to the marketplace
Targets chase targets oblivious to if they heart a splash of bull's eye
Games begin, blood, dread and sin
I'm crawlin soft, all of a sudden somethin' feels a little off
I nab a nauseating caution
Peddle on exhausted levels
Lost in identifying the unsure-edness plus the lord of morbid bliss
Tore in the cure that fits
I sit, lit up a lung, thoughts spin as I realize "goddamn, its I against I"
My name is Aesop Rock
Bulldozer-brand, exhibit-alpha bad Samaritan
I capsize rubber ducks 'n suck the merit in
Governed beneath the cherished checks and balances routine
I check my balance as routine, check balance in my dreams
Stress indeed this greed’ll buckle flunk, and cling to the wrist
I thread the needle like my knuckle through the ring 'o my fist
Work out the kinks in my wrist
Weave up a tapestry so large it covered ev'ry inch of sky
So I cut holes for the stars — look up!
Hook up the speakers
I cook up another heated dirty lung devotion chokin with the ocean's bottom feeders
And you love it, 76 inches of sound
So ya'll could dig me six feet deep, my eyes'll still be over ground
Rig the hitch in golden theory
Teary victims walk in Slatters like my left eye astigmatism
Lift the bridge and sink
Link the fink divisions ink transmission with a jinx
Instead of tripping off the ways glitter blinks
Sinker
The book had mentioned several separate crafts that mobilize to clash defendants
The end-all installments dissolved in a Class A blemish 'n such
I'm touching oxblood skies over my city which hover in blue disguise
The dry season New York's five reasons flock to the marketplace
Targets chase targets oblivious to if they heart a splash of bull's eye
Games begin, blood, dread and sin
I'm crawlin soft, all of a sudden somethin' feels a little off
I nab a nauseating caution
Peddle on exhausted levels
Lost in identifying the unsure-edness plus the lord of morbid bliss
Tore in the cure that fits
I sit, lit up a lung, thoughts spin as I realize "goddamn, its I against I"
My name is Aesop Rock
Bulldozer-brand, exhibit-alpha bad Samaritan
I capsize rubber ducks 'n suck the merit in
Governed beneath the cherished checks and balances routine
I check my balance as routine, check balance in my dreams
Stress indeed this greed’ll buckle flunk, and cling to the wrist
I thread the needle like my knuckle through the ring 'o my fist
Work out the kinks in my wrist
Weave up a tapestry so large it covered ev'ry inch of sky
So I cut holes for the stars — look up!
Hook up the speakers
I cook up another heated dirty lung devotion chokin with the ocean's bottom feeders
And you love it, 76 inches of sound
So ya'll could dig me six feet deep, my eyes'll still be over ground
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