[Intro]
Aes Rock, who the fuck is...
[Verse 1: Aesop Rock]
Well...
I was the crooked spoke before 3rd wheel
But I doom fucked divinity the first time
Now I'm cursed allergic to the flashback imagery
Stuck the key in what I thought would stitch the boons of man
And still the big fish ate the little fish (Yeah guess which one I am)
Well I took a stone from the garden of "Pardon me, who are you?"
Carved it to sharpen then parked it inside a heart of sharkskin
Organized marksmen marched in amber waves
Of DDT brain marinations pleasant peasants
Pumping life into their legends
I been around the globe in 5 lackin a compass
One version of Christ when a slicker process hostile
To the object botches, deadweight (it seems)
Fasted for 40 days straight (dream tight)
Because for 40 nights I been lickin the plate clean
Man I don't wanna be a shepherd
I think too many sheep in the flock
But someones gotta learn to herd em through the gates and keep it locked
Buried the pride of riders lurks beneath the rocks from whence they came
Buckle up for commencement of the disbelief suspension game
Yeah all goals
Honor thy brother shoveling coal
And hovering others sputtering to suffering souls
I know you know I know your plan is dwindling
Wiggin' with every breath and still you drag me through the center of this mess
Aes Rock, who the fuck is...
[Verse 1: Aesop Rock]
Well...
I was the crooked spoke before 3rd wheel
But I doom fucked divinity the first time
Now I'm cursed allergic to the flashback imagery
Stuck the key in what I thought would stitch the boons of man
And still the big fish ate the little fish (Yeah guess which one I am)
Well I took a stone from the garden of "Pardon me, who are you?"
Carved it to sharpen then parked it inside a heart of sharkskin
Organized marksmen marched in amber waves
Of DDT brain marinations pleasant peasants
Pumping life into their legends
I been around the globe in 5 lackin a compass
One version of Christ when a slicker process hostile
To the object botches, deadweight (it seems)
Fasted for 40 days straight (dream tight)
Because for 40 nights I been lickin the plate clean
Man I don't wanna be a shepherd
I think too many sheep in the flock
But someones gotta learn to herd em through the gates and keep it locked
Buried the pride of riders lurks beneath the rocks from whence they came
Buckle up for commencement of the disbelief suspension game
Yeah all goals
Honor thy brother shoveling coal
And hovering others sputtering to suffering souls
I know you know I know your plan is dwindling
Wiggin' with every breath and still you drag me through the center of this mess
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