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AESOP ROCK lyrics - Appleseed

Dryspell

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On a sunny afternoon in lower east side New York... You about ready? (Yeah) Good morning my sweet vision of morbid disorder And Good evening wonderful riddance and such Maybe today I'll touch the burgundy halo Trimming the tunnels and of in with tenants Spangled cross a more tangible premise ?? it needs splinters all up in day-tripper visuals Take it easy man, fuck it I'll take it any way I can My palms are generous When I witness fury scurry past my window Model city in a bottle plugged hostile Its bliss kissin pollutin And a billion suckers pucker in a bind Maybe the sunken ship is the treasure No, but they insist it man I try to Spin me dizzy spongin Up to giving dungeons functions As opposed to art historians absorbed inside assumptions Everybody pop your knuckles when the style divorces vertical Marveling at the spite with which it curdled Outside my tenement grows a little warmth From out the mugs of masons wasted Laying bricks for days to later find they owned the lot adjacent Mark the blasphemy elements of elogance and savagery Murder the gossip, fuck it run off happily The broken spoke cyclers chokin open doctors they as born fetus In a matchbox conveniently padlocked to the hammer base Now these impurities embedded in five illiterates textiles Shedded in the hell tale to motivate blind suspended leverage Now I'm drowning in a pool of why are you here Sabotage with my beats the burden pertainance of if I die this year My name is Dryspell My name is pillar My name's allegiance My name is flagrant My name's a thousand steps from patience But I'm sick and tired of waiting My name's Polaris My name is canvas My name is lowlife My name's intention My name is every imperfection that plays a part in my descension My name is carnival My name is posture My name is polarized My name is evidence My name is delicate approach from symetricating my fellowship My name's Possessive My name is cordial My name is Igloo My name is captivate My name is contaminate the rich And clock the profits for the captain's sake Let us hope that the horrors of evil No longer loiter on the doorstep of your past Circle of sandbags drag the shield a meal the meaty hand grabs I'm splitting hopes at your local Acropolis Opulence in a cockpit not the pocket for them born with a ?? Sunk to rest while they've exhausted the art of drunken address Exhibit fracture lines that converge towards where the hackers whine Where trappers slack the traps Unlatch the catch then cover up his trackers line That will make his majesty furious Oh bury his head and how could I have been so dense If only, yeah but I'm lonely My days graze normalcy then morbidly crash My years breathe honesty then sardonically laugh Alas, I dig my toes in to the sand and spit foliage out my lips Personifying mankind's end all aspirations Hope floats... No, hope sinks like broken boats and most harassed before provoked I'm tossing darts at a map of the arts to pick up where you choked And when the last leaf falls off the branches of resonance I'll be waiting with my butterfly net to collect the evidence Well I am a room with poison oak scaling the sides Arachnids on the celing, rugged thumb tacks, bones and rusty pipes If you can squeeze between the bars Enjoy my space employ my waste In case the hand dealt by a stolen grace Do you ever wish the circle wasn't square So when landsharks start circling the borders You could just cut them off at the corners There's a ghost in the basket of values Pertinent to, which cayak pilot succeeded in serving him proof Now I'm surfin it through So if you need me spread your wings to spell my name Above the mess near the other funny requests See bow to tolerant mannerisms of higher to win To assist in a meticulous pick a part of cobweb skins Of innocence A child of timid instinct with that ten step ahead premise Supply dust bowls before the zephyr was requested Violent humble shoes ten shades of blues come off the difference I grimace, took me one hours blink to conclude that sickly innocence My name is Dryspell My name is pillar My name's allegiance My name is flagrant My name's a thousand steps from patience But I'm sick and tired of waitin My name's Polaris My name is canvas My name is lowlife My name's intention My name is every imperfection that plays a part in my descension My name is carnival My name is posture My name is polarized My name is evidence My name is delicate approach from symetricating my fellowship My name's Possessive My name is cordial My name is Igloo My name is captivate My name is contaminate the rich And clock the profits for the captain's sake My name is vagabond My name is angel My name is century My name is hunter My name is sunburst My name is wildfire My name is scrutinize My name is basic My name is consequence My name is cigarettes My name is cynical My name is tolerance My name is hallucinogen My name is waterfall My name is runaway My name is alarm clock My name is...

Who Ya Rollin Wit

METHOD MAN "Tical 0: The Prequel"
[Intro: Method Man] Uh... what's really good? Yo, yo, yo.. [Method Man] It's the unstoppable, over come any obstacle Ya'll know my flavor, pack more punch than Tropical Any mission possible, do what I gots to do Labels gettin' butterfingers, and next they droppin' you You think you know, but you have no idea The Diary of a Meth Man, what's this I hear? Somebody told ya'll, steppin' in shit was good luck? I got the hood stuck, chh-chh, now give the goods up Ya'll done pushed up, past the point of no return It's Meth's turn, so roll that shit up and let's burn I heard Philly got the best 'scherm, out in Cali, they got the best perms Now that we know, when will the rest learn? Come on, each one, teach one, hear no evil, and I don't speak none Everything cool until that heat come Just call my name, and I'll be there Ya'll kids is slum, like the jewelry in Albi Square [Chorus: Streetlife (Shawnna)] We drinkin' Henny til we flip, poppin' bottles til we sick All ya'll haters eat a dick (yeah, uh) Let's throw a party in this bitch, all my niggaz and my chicks Tell me who ya'll rollin' with (yeah) [Hook 2X: Streetlife (Method Man)] Method spits fire (Fire!) The roof's on (Fire!) My crew's on (Fire!) [Streetlife] M-E-T, H-O-D.. [Method Man] Man, I'm in the house like foreclosures Talk sober, until some dog gets forced over New York soldiers, be at ease, fall back Never ever, I'm the New Era, like ball caps Kid, whenever, whoever, whatever, ya'll want it Ya'll can have it, the problem and answer, I'm all that While we at it, let's tighten up our grips around that cabbage Silly rabbit, how many kid's done tricked you on your carrots The product of a bad package, like Bishop Don Juan it's Magic How I break 'em like a bad habit, hit tracks like it's target practice Then let these darts take a stab at it Niggaz ain't got it, ain't never had it I jam like L.A. traffic, Jellyroll behind the wheel And the passenger seat behind the field It's your boy, physically fit, mentally sick Get dirty money, told you honey, I'm filthy rich [Chorus] [Hook 2X w/o 'fire' the second time] [Interlude: Method Man] Yeah, ya'll niggaz don't know it's a game Until it starts again, let's do it, haha! [Method Man] Six minutes, Method Man, you're on If you thinkin' you gon' slip and be alright, you're wrong You can see me lightin' the bong, while writin' the songs That the crowd, is either singin' to or fightin' along, fightin' along I'm try'nna tell you drugs is not your friends And girlfriend, don't try and front like you got your friend I'm at the hotel, motel, Holiday Inn And my chick's a man-eater, she be swallowin' men Aight, live from New York, it's Saturday night I got pipes that drain your confidence, and battery light Aight, mami tight, but she ain't really my type If ya'll don't see me treat her right, then she ain't really my wife When I was young, I was stayin' in school, obeyin' rules Play with my food, what makes you think I'm playin' with you? This is it, ya'll better come on in, the water's fine Jump on in, let's do it to 'em one more 'gain [Chorus] [Hook 2X] [Chorus] [Outro: Method Man] Yeah, Ladies Love Big John Studd No doubt, dick up in your mouth We do this shit everyday, I'm in the cut With my main shit stain, Ray-Ray Gutter Butt And we holdin' it down for the whole Staten Island, man Nothin' else but Staten Island, man Ya'll stand up, man, Stapleton, the Wild West, Park Hill Port Richmond, Now Born, Jungle Nilz, hah... Peace!

Growing Pains (Do It Again)

DISTURBING THA PEACE "Golden Grain"
(feat. Keon Bryce, Scarface) [Intro] Do it again . . Do it a . . Let's do it again . . Do it a . . [Verse: Fate Wilson] (let's do it again) Okay, I remember the days (let's do it again) High rights, low lefts, even stevens and fades (do it a) Troops, Lottos, and BK's, those was the days (let's do it again) High tech boots spray painted witcha names (do it a) T-shirts airbrushed that read the same (let's do it again) Thick herringbone chain, one gold with yo' initial (do it a) Harry's Photos, group shots, can you remember (let's do it again) Barry him told his bitch go to the prom and die (do it a) Didn't lie shot his-self in the head with the 4-5 (let's do it again) When she disobeyed, had North Clayton crazed (do it a) Just to reiterate dog those was the days (let's do it again) Fore the invasions of haters, man crews from all around (do it a) Used to get down at True Flavas, bumpin Kilo (let's do it again) Rockin Damage, Cross Colour and Paco (do it a) While playboys stepped in talent shows (let's do it again) Prom night, tux and Kangol was so cool (do it a) Fuck them new model cars we ridin' old school (old school) (let's do it again) [Verse: Shawnna] It used to be all good when we played Double Dutch in the hood (do it a) On the softball team I was swingin' that wood (let's do it again) I remember eatin' Kool-Aid and sunflower seeds (do it a) Jelly shoes, hair braided wit 1000 beads (let's do it again) Mama sittin' on the porch till the lights come on (do it a) And when I woke up in the mornin' and my bike was gone (let's do it again) I was sick to my stomach, couldn't eat for days (do it a) Sweepin' beauty shops, saving, making minimum wage (let's do it again) Then I cop the 10-speed and got back on my feet (do it a) A whole pack'a girls ridin' 20 deep in the street (let's do it again) We playin' catch a boy, freak a boy, switchin' up the rules (do it a) A summertime splash party get you in the pool (let's do it again) Ladies if ya feel it - holla back cause you wit me (do it a) Shout my nigga Keya, Tony Mack, Jalay, Nikki (let's do it again) This for all them hood parkin' lots in every city (do it a) Ludacris, Face, Lil' Fate, Shawnna you wit me (let's do it again) [Chorus: Keon Bryce] We were tryin so hard (do it a) Hard to survive (let's do it again) Cause even though we were young (do it a) We had to stay strong (let's do it again) No matter what we went through (do it a) It was me and my crew (let's do it again) And that's how it went (do it a) When we were kids (let's do it again) [Verse: Ludacris] I had a Long John but no Silver, no gold or plat (do it a) I was simply red from the years I been holdin' back (let's do it again) With two sides to a book I lick stamps and light matches (do it a) And set fires in garbage pales and cabbage patches (let's do it again) A child of the corn been wild since I was born (do it a) Climbin' over barbed wire, clothes got torn (let's do it again) Shoes got muddy and my click turned cruddy (do it a) Wherever I go they went they my buddies (let's do it again) I brush teeth, brush naps and calm streets (do it a) Dreamin' of Cadillacs, wood wheels and plush seats (let's do it again) Cats with gold teeth and raps with such beats (do it a) Macks with no grief and some sacks of green leaf (let's do it again) When I loaded my cap gun I was ready for ac-tion! (do it a) Starin' at beer cans and a moment to crack one (let's do it again) Wanna hang with the big boys and play with the big toys (do it a) And be with the people makin all that got damn noise, man (let's do it again) [Verse: Scarface] I remember, Swatch Watches, Izod, Berries (do it a) Levi Denims, dried eyed jerry-curls (let's do it again) Back when the girls wore striped chick jeans (do it a) Straight leg Lee's on, sewn at the seams (let's do it again) Borrowing dope paint was all good if ya head-bang (do it a) Long as you was ridin, you ain't need to have game (let's do it again) And even back then chicks were starvin' touch status (do it a) You either had a car, favorite Jordan, or kept static (let's do it again) Old school homies did nothin but block rag (do it a) Stay gone off the Olde E and pop James (let's do it again) Moms had to monitor the niggas ya hung around (do it a) To the point when you came in the house when they came around (let's do it again) And - My dad was dead so these streets had to raise me (do it a) And even back in 1983 shit was crazy (let's do it again) Young, black, broke, drunk, beer, smoke (do it a) It's good they kicked my ass outta' the school, fuck the principal (let's do it again) [Chorus (2x)] [Outro (to fade)] Do it a . . Let's do it again . . . Do it a . . Let's do it again . . Do it a . . Let's do it again . . Do it a . . Let's do it again . . Do it a . . Let's do it again . .

Sick And Tired

CROSS CANADIAN RAGWEED "Soul Gravy"
Got your bag on your shoulder, Never thought once about thinkin' it over. Feel like you're the only one, Who's ever been in a bad situation. Now you need to take yourself a love vacation, 'Cause after all, what's done is done. Sick and tired of being sick and tired. Everything around you's growin' old. The days drag on, the nights last forever, Every day's tougher just to keep it together. Forget everything you've ever known, Except for home. He made a promise he couldn't keep. I bet he's not losing a bit of sleep, Over how you're getting down the line. Now don't you fret, now don't you worry, Don't get in too much of a hurry, 'Cause up ahead's that city limit sign. Sick and tired of being sick and tired. Everything around you's growin' old. The days drag on, the nights last forever, Every day's tougher just to keep it together. Forget everything you've ever known, Except for home. Home is where the heart is: That's what somebody once said. (Yeah.) I think your heart is where your love is: All the rest baby, the rest it's all in your head. Well, memories, they're over-rated: All they do is get you down an' frustrated, And who needs that on their back? Starting over, cold turkey, Washin' your soul of everything that's dirty. Seal your heart of every crack. You're no longer sick and tired. Everything around you feels brand new. Yeah. the days fly by, the nights could be longer: Every day you're just a little bit stronger, Now that you've spread your wings and flown, Back to home. Back to home. Back to home. (Home.) Yeah, back to home. (Back to home.)

Diamond Is Forever

JAY-Z "The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse"
Can you hear me now Good! (Blueprint 2 baby!) The best of times, it was the worst of times (aoww) It's 'The Gift & the Curse' [Chorus: Jay-Z] R.O.C. YEAH, number one click HERE If you represent US, throw them diamonds up YEAH Now let's be CLEAR, I ain't goin no-WHERE Now that you KNOW, holla at your boy HOV'.. (Hov', Hov', Hov') (Hov', Hov', Hov', Hov') [overlapping first Chorus] Yeah, Roc-A-Fella Records You know what diamond is We ain't goin nowhere, put your diamonds up [Jay-Z] Standin in my b-boy stance Free, Beans, Memphis where you at nigga (Right here) Snatch Cam and it's a rap This here rap belong to us, nobody strong as us, it's a fact Hold up I'm just warmin up, gimme a second to get it back Young Chris, Neek what Oschino and Sparks Next summer's yo' summer, tear this motherfucker up Young is eternal, my young'uns'll burn you 'The Blueprint' birthed, nigga I earthed you, you can't be serious Young cause I'm thirty-two, dressed like I'm twenty-two Flow like a 18, do what I wanna do Goin on my 8th ring, got Phil Jackson's and flow is black magic, I'm at it again Rose Bowl with black karats, 'Horse & Carriage' to spend like Mason Betha, chasin this cheddar, to the end of the road because the end I'm told is nearer than we know What can I say but live for today, HOV'! [Chorus] [Jay-Z] Yeah, 'The Blueprint 2' homey, follow the moves You put on two tube socks, you couldn't walk in my shoes I was dealt a bad hand, fuck what else could I do but keep somethin up my sleeve that'll help me through But can you believe, everywhere I'm at, models come through Cat-fightin, cat-walkin, it happens often It's true how society don't want me to move into the penthouse building with spectacular views They're like uhh, 'He's a menace he could never be a tenant' I'm like ooh, what's a young nigga to do I bring the brothers to the building give a feeling that I don't give a fuck we just chillin watchin chandelier ceilings high as fuck Old lady, don't blow my high 'specially if you don't know my life, don't make me bring Sharpton in it cause I'm dark-skinneded or dude with the 'fro and the Rainbow Coalition, I'ma victim of a single parent household, born in a mousehole Mousetrap, niggaz wanna know How so, how Jay get up out that, here, yeah I snatched purses I per-se-vered, yeah I had work, fiends purchased, it was clear I was out there sellin hope for despair, but stop there I swear, I only make good from my mouth to God's ears Had to get out the hood And I can't justify genocide But I was born in the city where the skinny niggaz die Born in the city where the skinny niggaz ride And as a skinny nigga I had beef with high size [Chorus]

Used To Be Alright

I MOTHER EARTH "Scenery And Fish"
It's pretty good, the wine The way that we look at Ten to eight in the morning Just talking, still awake in Dawn and dew drinking, thinking Always... Remembering the laughs, the time We got high for seven days down In New Orleans and it seemed like No one else knew we were just The moon and sun in fog before the Heat burned it away and took The sleep from tired heads on Beds of reaching hands, of road trip Breath and long tall freedom And then you long For the days of trippin' down The long road just reading the Signs that show you the way to A higher place you meditate to Feel the quiet of the earth That was back When we used to be alright Another shame, the way The city smells worse on A hot day in August...2 PM Right before us good movers Move and us shakers break Our hearts getting home to Country love and the garbage Dump by the dried up creek Near the forest that once had life And then I turn on the news Somebody shoot me soon I'm tired of over heating, falling Quick to bending knees and Broken veins, of always needing Faith to get to shore and break All the vows I've made No time or presence Of mind to wonder why No time for questions of Why I wonder why Something's wrong...again The noise shakes the ground There's a rage in The crowd and I'm a face In the crowd, what's your name You're sinkin' in the sand Standing next to me, a river Running through your pants, afraid To trust me when my hands Are helping you

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