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One Brick
Aesop Rock w/ Illogic
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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 more than 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 idiots
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 coal and lyric
Diss blatant harassment, spit honor, whistle fearless
Don't dismiss the billy goat appearance for that common sheep
Now with my trusty paperclip (Platforms have been erected)
I picked locks of thoughts vault (Effigies built)
Finding the garden barren (Slogans coined)
The harvest fruitless (Songs have been written)
Only the Tree of Life flourishing (Rumors have been circulated)
Wanting to take a bite but I'm toothless (Autographs faked)
Is that, predestination or is it by design? (The hourglass smashed and didn't leave me an escape)
That I'm trapped in time sand (Moving boxes have been worn out)
Show radio mission control but for my rhymes (Mantlepieces dusted)
Man 'cause I can like aluminum (Idols idolized)
And I recycle my consciousness (The sands have been shifted)
This is just a note (Curtains have been closed)
For any action or lack thereof there's a consequence (Sleepers all waked. The hourglass smashed and didn't leave me an escape)
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 where 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 origami 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 crown
It seems I need a new soul 'cause 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 of mainstream idols
Drowning 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 on 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
Now with my trusty paperclip (Platforms have been erected)
I picked locks of thoughts vault (Effigies built)
Finding the garden barren (Slogans coined)
The harvest fruitless (Songs have been written)
Only the Tree of Life flourishing (Rumors have been circulated)
Wanting to take a bite but I'm toothless (Autographs faked)
Is that, predestination or is it by design? (The hourglass smashed and didn't leave me an escape)
That I'm trapped in time sand (Moving boxes have been worn out)
Show radio mission control but for my rhymes (Mantlepieces dusted)
Man 'cause I can like aluminum (Idols idolized)
And I recycle my consciousness (The sands have been shifted)
This is just a note (Curtains have been closed)
For any action or lack thereof there's a consequence (Sleepers all wake. The hourglass smashed and didn't leave me an escape)
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