[Aesop Rock] In January, I fell to the cobblestone In April, I cut little paper flowers In August, I drank cold tea on my lonesome In October, I was introduced to scour I love New York Saturdays But Mondays last longer And since I plan to live a long life Maybe I'll surf a thousand Mondays and swallow the burn To milk the week for all its got To get my shoddy rotten ribs, thick, forgot my ribs I got a lil' something called a spirit crisis on my skull And it's nothing short of ferocious but I swallowed the dosage I got a mantle, and the mantle is a candle And on the candle is a flame that burns to symbolize the day Gretel met Hansel Then I settle in a stand still I live forever reaching for the sun Hoping some lucky day I'll clutch and get a hand full Rope ladder, I'm a swinging anvil And I wanna turn skullies and tummies with pretty lullabye, bye The way my gypsy dances makes a monster retreat to fetal I never felt so damn young But you don't look a day over zero And you don't look a day in its eyes 'cause it'll make you realize The night is near so In a cold dream, I clean around the edges I tidy up the tabletop, and lectured all the pledges I never really knew the true definition of precious Till my angel with the beautiful red locks gave me the message I'm a fully animated life tree See the root of the mute but it was dug up, bug up on a song Of I'm a fully animated life tree With branches for the heavens to admire naturally
[Aesop Rock] We all know what a halo is But we all don't know the horrors if your halo tips I be the matador making your pretty little heels click I be the Sword in the Stone of the contemporary eclipse I'm incredibly exhausted You can't imagine, got my warm spirit stuck in my teeth, I'm obsolete Freedom freedom freedom fighter brigading For the sake of better demeanor and such to bust fuckin' fantastic Every little steps she take breaks the chambers In the chest, enveloped in the abominable trouble Subtle for a cruel second, loud for an hour Screamin' to the beats to leave until my whole weekend turns sour I ain't been around the world but I been around the block I ain't seen everything but I seen enough to talk I ain't a prophet, I ain't the Second Coming of Christ I'm just a mason with a will to build and a little advice I wanna weave a web, I bought a set of knitting needles Fiddling with a theme dream silent Paddle in the hole to the bottom to where the portraits astonish You won't regret a single solitary step, I promise Look, in a situation where a dragon guards the gate I make a true spur of the moment grown decision Which in turn allows me to be something normal With the prefix of the 'ab' And I can kill every monster if I gotta, that's that Rockin it, rockin it, clippership rockin it Be the little guinea pig, dig? I'm tryin' to make an exit with no ripples in the water No splash, let the poison slide down down the hatch It's like that
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