[Aesop Rock]
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I start my city with a brick (one brick)
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Then add another brick (two bricks)
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Brick by brick, I manufacture homes for fallen angels
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I ain't no great Samaritan, that's just the way the game goes
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Respect the polars but acknowlege middle-value rainbows
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My snout turned up from dream factory eyelids
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Slingin bottled prosperity for the kamikaze colonels
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Yeah rocks the match that burned the Nazi journals
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And plottin verticals amidst blatantlly horizontal
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Models then swallowed by famished potholes
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And I'm tired
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Tied up on these functions
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Killer cottoncandy clouds and huckleberry justice league
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Another knuckle-dragger dungeon breed
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Run, breathe, sit, bellow
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Wild Aes scream through your style to hear the echo
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Aight then, flinch for the great granddaddy payback
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When Little Billy bought a Tugboat
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Now he thinks he's Captain Ahab
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Facist takes more than pegleg's birds and eyepatches
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Learn that lesson, you'll be swashbuckling with the best of them
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Wonder why you wept over spilled milk
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And got your crayons wet, the room reaks of a thousand bayonettes
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I'll fision vision with a lie longer than your most walked meridian
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Connecting life with that little species of idiots
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We've now officially scraped barrel bottom
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Aesop Rock an Apple to the core but ya'll ignored him
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I know a planet made of porcelain
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And once I get tired of holding this gavel up
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Ya'll prayer circles met him up born again
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I ain't too good for tap water
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Play "Taps" out of order
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For a ballad, corpse a dead man walkin
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You can lead a man to a city but that don't assure civility
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You can beat a man to death with Aesop Rock bootleg cd's
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(That's more fun anyway)
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Some cats Float, some cats don't
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I speak in Farenheit and burn off colon lyric
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Diss blatant harassment, spit honor, whistle fearless
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Don't dismiss the billygoat appearance for that common sheep
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Chorus*Aesop overlapping Illogic, fading in and out of each other*
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[Aesop Rock]
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Platforms have been erected
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Effigies built
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Slogans coined, songs have been written
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Rumors have been circulated
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Autographs faked
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The hourglass smashed and didn't leave me an escape
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Moving boxes have been worn out
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Mantlepieces dusted
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Idols idolized, the sands have been shifted
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Curtains have been closed
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Sleepers all waked
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The hourglass smashed and didn't leave me an escape
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[Illogic] *overlapping Aesop, fading in and out*
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Now with my trusty paperclip
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I picked locks of thoughts vault
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Finding the garden barren
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The harvest fruitless
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Only the Tree of Life flourishing
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Wanting to take a bite but I'm toothless
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Is that, predestination or is it by design?
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That I'm trapped in time sand
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Show radio mission control but for my rhymes
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Man cuz I can like aluminum
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And I recycle my consciousness
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This is just a note
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For any action or lack thereof there's a consequence
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[Illogic]
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Wingless angels
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Stroll a top shapeless cottonballs
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With halos in your syringe
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Celestial ground is found broken
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Exposing a bottomless depth
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Where heartless spines awake to devour
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The small piece of your soul that's left
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You're immersed in sound floating
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Aimless destination
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Drop anchor to gain stability
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Stare out potions, restrain fertility
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Pedestal talk is a token
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Soaked in pockets where lives topics lack conceptual, ridicule
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The night breathes but light's choking
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Darkness occupies the throne
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Where poems are persecuted
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The purity at times dilluted
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Rhymes are executed
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For genre I'm told when has-beens attempt
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To cause heat to rise and wonder why they're trapped in cold
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Life's an oragmi box and I'm hidden within the fold
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So when the yarn unravels, I won't be caught by surprise
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And as society's fabric of orthodoxes dismantle
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I'll see you embracing the pentagram within this crucifix disguise
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See when the canvas stands before me
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I'm compelled to spill a vision
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For the sinners that listen, I got three spikes and a thorned crown
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It seems I need a new soul cuz mine is worn down
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But from the pregance of my hardship was born style
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Still my pen bleeds and stains the paper with thought
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Finding me lost among statues of mainstream idols
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Drowning in melted ice to reinforce that breath is vital
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If your father and his father were fish out of water
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You must break the cycle
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How many times must a plant be uprooted for it to die?
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When it's smothered with lies that abolish the potency of the sky
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So when the stars burn out and God replaces the bulbs
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With a million watts
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And throws the switch, sparks filament
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Hurting new giants and flocks
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I stand on my own two aura illuminated in red
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Showcasing the agony held within this welded spirit
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Sacrificing itself for the health of a masocistic culture
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Yearning for the truth that we speak but refuse to hear it
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Chorus
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One Brick
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| Aesop Rock |
