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[Aesop Rock and Dose One]
This is not your ordinary ballad
With a perfect little bow around the middle
And a black man on a white horse
Or a white man on a black horse
It`s got all these tired parts where
We don`t even sing at random
Princess, raise the drawbridge
We don`t serve your kind
It ends where it begins
And the beginning isn`t pretty
Can`t forget that not-so-perfect
Bow around the middle (`round the middle, `round the middle...)
Har-bour (???) [said like har-bow?]
And it goes a little something like this..
[Aesop Rock]
New walk in a broken sole (???), pedigree incessant
Got (Gut?) the cruddy (???) frame
The zealots enveloped inside the belly of the blame
Cut-throats the result of pope jokes soaked in poacher constants
And now the jewel emits cold, wander prominent.. honour (honour)
I bought up silkworms by the bucket like starter kits
So you first bought a stitch
Joined damaged mammoth brigading caper
Nurse the tantrum with a fantasy chaser
I keep the spare wings strapped to my fuses
In case the hackers snatch the plumage
[Dose One]
So you mean these things are worth money
Now drifting off
This is the who-you-calling-homeless
Mock me fearful
Twisted ???? ???? and I got front row seats at the d-d-d-d-dead concert
And you`re in it, Ichabod (???)
Running out of most (???) from the Alamo (???) we`re moseying
My kind of people ???? ???? ???? ???? moseying (???)
With my eyes patched ???? ???? ???? universe
So I back it and gave my verdict (???) ???? ???? ???? ????
[Aesop Rock]
Oh it`ll be soon (real soon)
???? ???? immune to doom blends
I eat ditch (???) in the kitchen `til every spoon bends
A glance along tomorrow, sorry
Looking not at hopefuls (???), where`s the raindance
My little flint never dreamed would flood unpotable
See I sanitize nothing for the sake of contemporary taste
Contemporary taste made my lip drop in the first place (incoming)
Hmm, yo why not be a czar, analyze fallen heroics
Recognize root of the worship, search and hold it
Who put the fun in dysfunctional? I..
Chronicle sun combustible, donkey-punching pinholes
In uncomfortables and conjunctionals for good (good)
Dr-rink up, slop a goblet of dirt wine (???),
I nurse a single application of introvert, serpentine
[Dose One]
Now a sunset without a scrape of red an-an-and plastic bag
Now sunk around his head (???) sick-sick-sick-sick... (???)
???? ???? ????
The sickness likeness in the roofer`s eyes and his alone
And nothing terrible happened to the bag
???? ???? ???? ???? ????...
And brought on out...
And clouds...
The hiss cuts out... (???)
Suppose it`s noise...
And the piano...
And the window frrraame... (???)
Sky and dirt that`s fresh... kept
From where I`m going... holy other
Holy other, holy other, holy other...
[Aesop Rock]
B-B-B-B-B-But
I`ve got charcoals in my heart, I`ve got charcoals in my heart
I`ve got charcoals by the armfuls that burn my armor apart
I`ve got charcoals in my heart, but I`ve got charcoals in my heart
I`ve got charcoals by the armfuls that burn my armor apart
[Dose One]
And before, when I said `Shut the fuck up, it`s none of your business`
That was to be in vain
You shoulda locked that up when you`re all finished
Finished yet? Now uhm...
I usually finish this number with uh... my skull up (???)
[Aesop Rock]
Everybody rally around the novel burners, spit, murder the matches
