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Aesop Rock - Bent Life lyrics
{Aesop Rock} Yo I take 10 steps with a bedlamped vision Study the disorders we've absorbed inside the village I understand the plagues and shake hands with my grimace that remain up in my face like top to bottom train car feelings Lets question the ascension of a broken social icon in various domino affect I'm blow this hex over the mission Just to administer the indoor sucker punch to (?) its pitiful condition {C-Rayz Walz} With no alibi love is used as a guide by the civilized Some see it as the body heat you feel when you close your eyes That's so much of a lie, you can leave your hair dyed and scorch your roots As the truth hits your ears begin to cry "Why Is It Like This!" Why the fuck do I care? I don't have the answers, or at least the ones you want to hear City lights look like bright groups of fire flies Many see the truth (the proof) only when the liar dies Tires screech to a halt, the ground cries Spit sparks speak to the streets The skid marks are replies Read discussions of what we rode through entrenched in the vocals] The hopeless stay hopeful (the toxic fumes choke you) As I walk out my door, step into the pollution (I breathe in the problems) exhale solutions Physically the situation's hard to stop I had a wicked jump shot and sold crack rock on back blocks Casualties in this apocalypse (street chronicle) abnormal abdominals (push-ups phenomenal) Relaxin drinking my 6-pack maxing faxing my thoughts on the satellite, via Donahue (push it) Table talk, salt and pepper conversation Integrated sectors, metropolis and mecca It's a conspiracy (you know), I can't lie dukes Sometimes I feel the rats got a better deal than I do {Aesop Rock}(Chorus) It goes thieves, bandits, low lives, scum Punks that buckle under the rumple of my drum Steadily searching for something new under the sun But its stagnant, act of development first of madness Thieves, bandits, low lives, scum Punks that buckle under the rumple of my drum Steadily searching for something new under the sun But its hurtin, act of development first diversion {C-Rayz Walz} A new universe in ancient, so I stay patient In a gravel pit, travelin thoughts and ravelin, pacing Embracing light of America, and found a shade of darkness (underground) The traincar used to be my apartment Sick of people rushin in the doors before I get out Conductors closing the doors before I get in, I shout "The Biz is Coming, The Biz is Coming!" ? Don't get worried now (We've been in a cold world!) We just getting flurries now? {Aesop Rock} Yeah, its like sloooowww dooowwwn, You're movin much to fast to bust through the finale fashioned glass Its delicate demeanor and I teach you how to hang But we like 1970 something 20 clicks outside your name (tear obedience) I apologize for the faulty academics but they placed us in a miserable stasis I let bygones be bygones But tryin to see eye to eye with the face lift just aint working the way the manual paints it See I soak in a blue note factory While most cats hassle bandits lamping (?) solo And when the last red brick topples over the earth to intercept your crooked little mess I can be found in a social coma directly to your left Engaged in a conversation, a marvel with my breath Regarding how to document the shady baby steps I bounce checks like a modern Sleep with one eye open while the other two drift together specimens from the promise land This for the thinkers This for the erchants allergic to they own stingers This for the absurd verdict linkers This for that cat at my shows that's always got prophetic opinions but cant remember where his drink is I'm wallowing, shrugging I'm plugging your corporation Cause we alley cats addicted to the sickly warped sensation Answer this: when all that's said and done are you a memorable troop or just a lab rat on the run Choose one {Chorus} |
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