(Aesop Rock)
Uhh, A.R. One, Two.. One, Two.. One, Two...
Let's go, Ese. Aight, I’m ready. Uh, let's do this
Notice the catacomb kid is alive, tin can calico alley, racket his mind
The ham on his neck will salute the moon if him climbed
Til then, he toss another sardine skeleton on the pile
Wore a rootin suit and tie to sod off on a whim
Olivine, navy brim, dipped, more low than high, why?
The short answer, I'm high. The long & more accurate answer
Make Britannica read like a fur is murder flyer
Now, meanwhile (meanwhile) back at the hive
They’re bellyachin for bacon all magnified before it dies
I got more observations than advised
Like spoilers don't really kill the surprise
When the butler arrives with knives
It's the nature of the risk and yet the nature of the swan is to dive
Besides the sheep I knew led such pitiful lives
Fuck it, face-first into the fires
This is my little outreach program pirating all wires
(Jaymanila)
Now
On the most basic case, the viscous base
Boils down to the fact, I love this gift from the moment I got my first taste
But after years of making statement for my peers
All the blood, sweat, and cheers have helped me love my long face
On one hand there's money, on the other self-fulfillment
If I could just implore more work, I think maybe I'll afford some children (clap clap)
So clap your hands now when you purchase some merch
So I can maintain poverty lines and secretly stay perched
Now what most consider a non-choice to search for your own voice
And you might be successful if you succumb to scream in unison
But I can't chant for either partner in this dance
Of slippin the party line of wonderin what we're doin here
At the cross roads with no choice seems applicable
So I'm finally freed up with no-thing to hold vigil to
Left to speak the voice of what seems simple true
And brings no great fortune but brands me individual
Uhh, A.R. One, Two.. One, Two.. One, Two...
Let's go, Ese. Aight, I’m ready. Uh, let's do this
Notice the catacomb kid is alive, tin can calico alley, racket his mind
The ham on his neck will salute the moon if him climbed
Til then, he toss another sardine skeleton on the pile
Wore a rootin suit and tie to sod off on a whim
Olivine, navy brim, dipped, more low than high, why?
The short answer, I'm high. The long & more accurate answer
Make Britannica read like a fur is murder flyer
Now, meanwhile (meanwhile) back at the hive
They’re bellyachin for bacon all magnified before it dies
I got more observations than advised
Like spoilers don't really kill the surprise
When the butler arrives with knives
It's the nature of the risk and yet the nature of the swan is to dive
Besides the sheep I knew led such pitiful lives
Fuck it, face-first into the fires
This is my little outreach program pirating all wires
(Jaymanila)
Now
On the most basic case, the viscous base
Boils down to the fact, I love this gift from the moment I got my first taste
But after years of making statement for my peers
All the blood, sweat, and cheers have helped me love my long face
On one hand there's money, on the other self-fulfillment
If I could just implore more work, I think maybe I'll afford some children (clap clap)
So clap your hands now when you purchase some merch
So I can maintain poverty lines and secretly stay perched
Now what most consider a non-choice to search for your own voice
And you might be successful if you succumb to scream in unison
But I can't chant for either partner in this dance
Of slippin the party line of wonderin what we're doin here
At the cross roads with no choice seems applicable
So I'm finally freed up with no-thing to hold vigil to
Left to speak the voice of what seems simple true
And brings no great fortune but brands me individual
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