[Intro - Unknown man] Thou mayest indeed Tune onto the forbidden channel And see it like it is baby
*Record Scratch in* You should be a champion Never fall on me Deceit, deceit, deceit *Record Scratch out*
"Getting dusty in the cellar"
[Verse 1 - Aesop Rock]
Yo I was thinking about my sick friend Stringing a ring around my wit’s end 13 loops later his feet hung inches out the pig pen Motley day goblins brought him pillage to pass the stillness With bad javelin tip dipped inside barreled black magic brilliance Who rose out the tomb of the Unknown Soldier? To capture the fascist fragment choreographed in traffic dancing for nickels Hooked like sickle cells to the principles of commraderie One hope distortion odyssey sputters itself to my how not example sample Give me the bread crust while considering the littering I don’t pity the head rush or the whimpering, spill Anchor to rock bottom, rocks bottom packs a ravenous catalyst Sprung arachnid, leashed by the carnal tireme I choked when the cage bird sings it stings Springs me out delirium to stitch them clipped wings I sink instinctively brinked while theyre clinging the shrieking souls Mourning the death of fallen ideologues to quality control Quality control, stand still string up the banner From the beehive to the anthill; rag dummy Incorporate the unison of Vikings ship throwers plus the perfection Of the twice to burn with half the stone throwers, speak your assessments My communicative hinderance pleads the needs Of a billion hungry victims gripped by the hell that’s slipped to splinters and got Shiving up the mass of natives and it’s league marvels One component’s sure to shock a mass burial, breeze Broken penny bank fragments float up at stagnant seas Dirty work plus applicants with chatter box disease Iron bandit, give them the stars, the head balloons and rubies Asked for many moons and I can’t stand it any more
[Unknown man] This is how I feel that I sling And the regulars were so amazed
*Record Scratch in* I'm the mightiest slinger of them all! There is a time for war and a time for peace And a time to run and a time to split *Record Scratch out*
"Getting dusty in the cellar"
[Verse 2 - Aesop Rock]
I don’t run a funny race, malnourished monarchs and loopy admirals Where 99.9% swear by their broken axels I built boats of a pack rat bats of bully club swung Post utility inhalants nail it to stability and sail it Lopsided Star bird bow crooked mass makeshift Patching holes with chewing gum and stitching sail to thirsty faces Observe me sitting with my eyes tied to the clock, ‘Cause I know that once that wind kicks up you and your motors left roped to the dock And it’s the, art of clarity married to slender extension Of blue sky of a happy neighborhood String on my ring has left me dancing like wooden dummies in a paper nature Merry etiquette's a door nail, Friends is little brittle dolls of paper In assembly, I tremble with a crocodile smile Hiding a fish out of water complex provided upon entry Now if I, were to, hold to speed To levigate the game plan, would you honestly impede I mean I guess, I can just divorce me from the rest And blame my chemical imbalance for the fact I’ve made a mess But my loyalty supply hints on which inklings I should run with And I’m thinking that damn town prior’s about to fill this here bucket It’s that, grand precious that precious that part of you wants to touch And part of you just wants to sit and be impressed with Tainted agony induct in barnacle attachments Mood swinging upon the barnstorm to perpendicular traffic Spread, circle 4,000 circuits you burn to cater wings Above alkadiene Townsman spoon-fed the shadow I’m tired of being wired into the thief ratio It’s gnawing a hole through my scheme so I leave (know what I mean?)
[Outro - Unknown man] It is the molotov cocktail hour Have I not brought you blessings without number?
*Record Scratch in* They have plenty of nothing and nothing is plenty for them Yea I've never had it so good *Record Scratch out*
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