[Aesop Rock]

I start my city with a brick (one brick)

Then add another brick (two bricks)

Brick by brick, I manufacture homes for fallen angels

I ain't no great Samaritan, that's just the way the game goes

Respect the polars but acknowlege middle-value rainbows

My snout turned up from dream factory eyelids

Slingin bottled prosperity for the kamikaze colonels

Yeah rocks the match that burned the Nazi journals

And plottin verticals amidst blatantlly horizontal

Models then swallowed by famished potholes

And I'm tired

Tied up on these functions

Killer cottoncandy clouds and huckleberry justice league

Another knuckle-dragger dungeon breed

Run, breathe, sit, bellow

Wild Aes scream through your style to hear the echo

Aight then, flinch for the great granddaddy payback

When Little Billy bought a Tugboat

Now he thinks he's Captain Ahab

Facist takes for the pegleg's birds and eyepatches

Learn that lesson, you'll be swashbuckling with the best of them

Wonder why you wept over spilled milk

And got your crayons wet, the room reaks of a thousand bayonettes

I'll fision vision with a lie longer than your most walked meridian

Connecting life with that little species of midians

We've now officially scraped barrel bottom

Aesop Rock an Apple to the core but ya'll ignored him

I know a planet made of porcelain

And once I get tired of holding this gavel up

Ya'll prayer circles met him up born again

I ain't too good for tap water

Play "Taps" out of order

For a ballad, corpse a dead man walkin

You can lead a man to a city but that don't assure civility

You can beat a man to death with Aesop Rock bootleg cd's

(That's more fun anyway)

Some cats Float, some cats don't

I speak in Farenheit and burn off colon lyric

Diss blatant harassment, spit honor, whistle fearless

Don't dismiss the billygoat appearance for that common sheep



Chorus*Aesop overlapping Illogic, fading in and out of each other*

[Aesop Rock]

Platforms have been erected

Effigies built

Slogans coined, songs have been written

Rumors have been circulated

Autographs faked

The hourglass smashed and didn't leave me an escape

Moving boxes have been worn out

Mantlepieces dusted

Idols idolized, the sands have been shifted

Curtains have been closed

Sleepers all waked

The hourglass smashed and didn't leave me an escape



[Illogic] *overlapping Aesop, fading in and out*

Now with my trusty paperclip

I picked locks of thoughts vault

Finding the God in barren

The harvest fruitless

Only the Tree of Life flourishing

Wanting to take a bite but I'm toothless

Is that, predestination or is it by design?

That I'm trapped in time sand

Show radio mission control but for my rhymes

Man cuz I can like aluminum

And I recycle my consciousness

This is just a note

For any action or lack thereof as a consequence



[Illogic]

Wingless angels

Stroll a top shapeless cottonballs

With halos in your syringe

Celestial ground is found broken

Exposing a bottomless depth

Where heartless spines awake to devour

The small piece of your soul that's left

You're immersed in sound floating

Aimless destination

Drop anchor to gain stability

Stare out potions, restrain fertility

Pedestal talk is a token

Soaked in pockets with lives, topics, lack conceptual, ridicule

The night breathes but light's choking

Darkness occupies the throne

Where poems are persecuted

The purity at times dilluted

Rhymes are executed

For genre I'm told when has-beens attempt

To cause heat to rise and wonder why they're trapped in cold

Life's an oragmi box and I'm hidden within the fold

So when the yarn unravels, I won't be caught by surprise

And as society's fabric of orthodoxes dismantle

I'll see you embracing the pentagram within this crucifix disguise

See when the canvas stands before me

I'm compelled to spill a vision

For the sinners that listen, I got three spikes and a thorned crowns

It seems I need a new soul cuz mine is worn down

But from the pregance of my hardship was born style

Still my pen bleeds and stains the paper with thought

Finding me lost among statues and mainstream idols

Browning in melted ice to reinforce that breath is vital

If your father and his father were fish out of water

You must break the cycle

How many times must a plant be uprooted for it to die?

When it's smothered with lies that abolish the potency of the sky

So when the stars burn out and God replaces the bulbs

With a million watts

And throws the switch, sparks filament

Hurting new giants and flocks

I stand my own two aura illuminated in red

Showcasing the agony held within this welded spirit

Sacrificing itself for the health of a masocistic culture

Yearning for the truth that we speak but refuse to hear it



Chorus