Aesop Rock

Same Space (The Tugboat Complex, Part 2)

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Killings reflect the destiny of the village
So when 20 count regrets float down futility spillage
See I'll pass the broken arrow this time for certain
Yea but from here on out it's hoofed mare or bare footed urchin
Dig in your person

Now exhibit true audacity and passively hack reason to ribbons
And you're excused from the round-table admissions committee
Activist legends turned hostage in fallen cities
Dirty earthlings circling vision immaculate

Suite des paroles ci-après

Spin me dizzy in a crosswalk
My too far gone mastodon senses inspect relentless
For fitted boogie systems with crook addictions
Well sure my crown is formed of thorns
Yea but my thorns are formed of sound
And I've found sounds what keep me warm
When the mornings born with frozen ground

Put a rope down pull me from where the buzzards clear
The meat from the bones you and your little badass mad max musketeers
When the silhoettes of emaciated frames danced on a highwire
Mistook for aspiring third world poster children

But is inserted ghost with dealin'
Dare to administer links like chieftain whats your forte
Knuckle dragger in disguise seeking the match made in your eyes
Friend it don't take the wisest men in triplicate pacing in find
I don't condone the blasphemy hatchery's procreation

From the floods, to the fires, to the droughts, to the cyclones
Tidal waves, the twisters, tornadoes, and hail stones
Whirlwinds, tropical storms, blizzards and monsoons
All of which I witnessed prior to waking up inside my room

Look at the crook as I panic episode tantrums
Fuck hugging my cool
The edginess readies the Mach 9 quick draw hence the duel
The company of similars couldn't excite the motor
But hermit crab Aes home a-loner

One barrel of idioms and charcoal stick, courage under desire
Canopy draped beautiful messiah reluctant
Stuck in the pluck of the harp buzzing the fuzzing television mixer
Book of saturated matches and a half-made bed (Sleep on my other half made bed)

Pick of the litter, litter of the pick
Pack leader will huff cannibal fumes, mechanical zoom
There's ample room for
Stowaways inside the cargo bed
Said leech prior to firing up his barnacle magnet

Instincts leashing himself to where the wind splitting ice storms
And termite swarms are commonplace
I'm a trace this silver lining winding round the profit chase
I know there is good in you if one peels back the opulence
But I also know its ratio to bad don't feed my confidence

The nutrients moody tints of blue circle
The clues units of success being personal
Then sucked basic diversion
Rusty anchor budget for nothing
Wedged between Aesop Rock and a scarred face of frustrated fuck you
Bound by concern

I can't believe I'm still concerned
I can't believe sly children turn in their sleep over one-liners
While I yield to hear your burns
Color me out of my skull draggin' a wagon of creature features
And all I ever wanted was to aggravate the sleepers

Look self-crafted heroics murder worthless
Crash test ideologies, catalog alien doctrines type disturbance
Got 'em out, killing machines turn belly up
Buckled, the troubles I've seen
Coax twenty four sevens of wide eyes from day dreamers

Clean or dirty serpents in turn wish preference for the latter
Justified the germs birth cauterize the gashes after
On my left, one finger for each borough I can touch
On my right, one finger for each time that I wake up midsummer night

Who's cloaked in a pristine mantle of hellfire
But A-capital glaciers out the east slide lateral
Born for one task indeed
To spoil a citizen kane emote itself this ugly duckling seed

Look I aint too attired of draggin the baggage over the seasaw seeds
When the reapers turns mortals to caspers
See the plain and stone conjurable can't mimic the null
Of a billion troops holding matchsticks to empty cannons

Stand in for many moons when the sun hit the mountainside splendidly
Bask in the last warmth that known to man's tangents
In the wink of an innocent starchild's eyelid drop he vanished
Managed to carve initials in the granite wall that damned it all up

I hung with cats that do the don'ts
Cats that forage through the moats
Hoping they'll open with sovereignty and a canteen deemed with prodigies
I log the wake, the watch, the walk, the work
The well it's almost six o'clock
I've never seen so many tugboats miss the dock (watch)

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