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AESOP ROCK lyrics - Float


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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 Where the junkies trade diseases and the gullible trade passions Then the masses wanna lean on me like 'O Captain, my Captain' Not considering maybe this oarman hosts orbit attachments... [Dose One] Button, button, who's got the button (???) Take my name, please... Button, button, who's got the button (???) Leaks the little checker-men made out of lightning in my ???? Oh, you like to help with goats (?!?) see what I got in this here locket [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 And I can't forget the not-so-perfect bow around the middle Har-bour (???)

Curriculum 101

CANIBUS "Mic Club: Curriculum"
[Intro: movie sample] Claims are being made That for me go far beyond the available evidence In fact in many cases are contradicted by the evidence And that bothers me [Canibus] Forensic psychologists, Samuel with the brides Explains you probably never understand Jermaine Incoherent speaches, puzzles and pieces The sub-chemical deepness, suck his clan 'til they screeches Realms of heaven and hell Flowing angelic gell strikes with voron leukaemia cells Demons in hell, they call to me, I scream what can you offer me? They reply tecnosaucery They tell me the meek will never inherit the world Cuz they weak standin' on two 12 inch feet I dream Quashee Canonian dreams when I sleep Peyote leads to snakes with a blood of a priest In the room where the ceiling leaks and crimps in grease Where the living eats the dead and the dead reek Rockbottom transforms human beings to beast Why the fuck you think we got canine teeth? It's the optical stimuli of watching men cry I hope I've got time to repent before I die Battle me at the beach if the sea is out of reach Cuz when I speak what's fluid becomes concrete Like a falcon up in the sky, 10 thousand feet Lookin' down at you bitches lookin' at me Fame shift into 45 degrees, I'm too crooked to see I memorise the books that I read Suckin' from the breast of knowledge, constantly weaning Unforseeningly a genuis without meaning Try to visualise what happy Houdini was feeling Handcuffed under water without breathing Near death on a fatal quest for air But why should anyone care? He put himself there His career was based on facing the stares To take destiny from the hand of the man upstairs He didn't mind the cold stares he got from his peers They couldn't tell him where he was goin' or how to get there It's better to be prepared and fail than be scared and unsure of yourself and still get killed Don't rhyme like I used but I've still got skills More than a couple confirmed kills under the belt Huntin' MCs like huntin' Elk Camouflaged in the dense bust of stealth determined his health I don't do this to anybody except myself Stuck with motherfuckers like the trophy on my shelf Fuck the promo, nigga I do this for dolo Flow from the first album, the 24-0-0 Round the clock launce, I got a cup of coco When I be a no show with my girl fives don't go And she give me blow more than 2 times on the row And I'd rather chill with her than kill you with a rhyme that I wrote Count how many mics that I smoke minus the gold Bust dope, my battlin' average higher than most When I'm on the mic I release fire from throat If you disagree please do it quietly folks Anybody better than Bis must be a hoax Black man NO, what about the great white ho? What? Man you must be sniffin' the great white coke Don't you that's like Gary Comb, I'm fightin' a hulk Still not even quite that close A great mic fight in ya rubber dingi boat 50 miles out from the coast What the fuck is the maddness with you I beat you black and blue, then I give the tablet the true Better yet I put a tattoo of me on you A 10 by 10 ceelo go neon blue The most theatrical MC battle of all time I rip jackers like you, you know my call sign Kill a cobra, stick hooker over behovin' Motorise auto gyros with sycamore rotors Hydrogen peroxide, gaseous vapors Technically these words shouldn't even rhyme off paper In theory, for every soul that can hear me I'ma blaze them In practical practice my style's even greater Can't you see what I'm spittin'? Can't you here the difference? Compared to me you're energetically inefficient You need ten times the enzymes to process one of my rhymes You got to rewind every one of my lines Do you know how to paraphrase? Do you even understand what the narrator's tryna say? The climax explodes, nobody can force out of my flow Figurably the language is too dope Academic journals print my lyrical quotes They show parallelism in all the albums I wrote On any track I come off strong automatically Whether I write interactive or pass the capacity Poetry that I spit is autonomous to cliff written on tablets of clay mortar mix, superb Truly superb, analyse the words It's like I'm jerkin ya birds fly above the earth The Eye of Horus, the miniature tour ride within the giant tourist With singularity on the chorus I still sound enourmous Borderline, insanity tryna break you through humanities border With a new curriculm every quarter I'm the pawn of the pawner with the secret mic world order Baptise you with Jamaican White Rum and water If you got a hundred bars then I know you a warrior I'll be the one that award ya, pinch the medal on you Dedicate a song to you, cuz not in autoble You want a record deal Explain the lyrical grande unified field so I can test ya skill Do it in front of the class, chart diagram it and write it in latin Not spanish god dammit, step back so I can look at it da dad dad ada dada , ah what the fuck is that wack shit? Crumpsy and dumb like a hand with five thumbs Work for the Mic Club, Curriculum 101


THRICE "First Impressions[EP]"
when you can want something you hate, and lie in perfect honesty from every angle things are crystal clear when you doubt things of which you're unsure you wonder if your living second rate is my mind too open, is my heart still beating do my eyes betray a hint of loneliness or an ambiguilty i only want to see the light when every word makes perfect sense in every single line you read but every single line seems to conflict and the perspectives that I see a Picasso reality I'm feeling truth through sheets of opaque glass where does reason stop, and romance begin I feel the ghosts hitchhiking on the wind and since when did following your heart become a sin I only want to see the light


Imagine your brain as a canister filled with ink yeah, now think of your body as the pen where the ink resides Fuse the two; KAPOW! What are you now You're the human magic marker, won't you please surprise my eyes It's in your nature, you can paint whatever picture you like no matter what Ted Koppel says on channel 4 tonight So modify this third rock from the sun by painting myriads of pictures with the colors of one I'm sick of painting in black and white my pen is dry, now I'm uptight So sick of limiting myself to fit your definition Picture the scene, where whatever you thought, would, in the blink of an eye, manifest and become illustrated You'd be sure man that every line drawn reflected a life that you loved not an existence that you hated So, must we demonstrate that we can't get it straight We've painted a picture, now we're drowning in paint Lets figure out what the fuck it's about before the picture we painted chews us up and spits us out I'm sick of painting in black and white my pen is dry, now I'm uptight So sick of limiting myself to fit your definition Redefine

9th Chamber

Inspectah Deck "Uncontrolled Substance"
{*evil laughter*} [La the Darkman] Yeah, INS, yo it's La the Darkman Hit 'em with the death blow Yo, I'm known to spit poems, throw dices and hold tones Show ice, puff bones, hit beats like Larry Holmes Through the Valley of Kings, you catch the Killa Bee sting Tryin to pick up, you fuckin with the Arch Bishop Defyin me is like startin Rap World War 3 You rather sell your key to NYPD My style's vicious, I rap in the lab and break dishes My words wear jet black hoods, lookin suspicious [Beretta 9] Behold the struggle fire ultra harmonizer, the track paralyzer Ought to see the real, blood spilled on the synthesizer Yo 4th, turn it up a peak, make the speaker tweet Iron Sheik camel clutch a beat, rappers take your seats In fact punch a clock, it's my time to rock, dock the known like a scott Engineered this thought that I present, strugglin to comprehend While I fill you in with a bar of tin And clear the God Sin, do em in kid [Killa Sin] I stay lurkin, circlin the premises Dart chemist on the search, my arch nemesis Concotin nuerotoxins out of synonyms Send your physical in triple shock Crippled in a detox, with no rememberance Well I rocks the shows with the minimum capacity to pack the front row and flow naturally Killin 'em, swing on the stage like jagged pendulums and blow like dirty schrapnel grenades with now pins in em [Street Life] Why risk it? Killah Hill District, we flip shit Egotistic, I hold grounds with twin biscuits Put it up, I lay it down, my streets sound surround Shaolin bound, flash flood watch you might drown Headliner, move through the city like a sidewinder Island drifter, black vagina finder Loungin by the sea seashore, switch like bloody raw And slap hardcore dick to your main wiz, bitch [Inspectah Deck] Toxi' on Bacardi Pina, low crawlin through Medina Slumped in the seven-seater, thumpin heaters The bite might cause seizures, weak MC's take me to your leader We the true source, movin off on uncharted course My thoughts come across with the blindin force Killa Bees plant seeds, slide North or get knocked of like a pawn if you dare lock on [Outro: Inspectah Deck] You are now in the 9th Chamber Where the falls of reality closin fast on the world of make-believe And your fantasy is nothin more than a memory Now bear witness to the realness Showin and provin, we live by the sword...

Cell Therapy

GOODIE MOB "Soul Food"
When the scene unfolds Young girls thirteen years old Expose themselves to any Tom, Dick, and Hank Got mo' stretch marks than these hoes Hollin they got rank See Sega aint in this new world order Dem experimenting in Atlanta, Georgia United Nations, overseas they trained assassins to do search and seize Aint knocking or asking Dem coming for niggas like me Po' white trash, like they Tricks like her back in slavery Concentration camps lace with gas pipes lines Inferno's outdoors like they had back When Adolf Hitler was living in 1945 Listen to me now, believe me Later on in the future look it up Where they say it Aint no more Constitution In the event of a race war Places like operation heartbreak hotel Moments tear until air tight vents seat off despair Dem say expect no mercy Foot you should be my least worries got to deal with Where my W-2's, 1099's Unmarked black helicopters swoop down And try to put missiles in mines Who's that peeking in my window POW nobody now Me and my family moved in our apartment complex A gate with the serial code was put up next The claim that this community is so drug free But it don't look that way to me cause I can see The young bloods hanging out at the sto 24/7 Junkies looking got a hit of the blo it's powerful Oh you know what else they tryin to do Make a curfew especially for me and you the traces of the new world order Time is getting shorter if we don't get prepared People it's gone be a slaughter My mind won't allow me to not be curious My folk don't understand so they don't take it serious But every now and then, I wonder If the gate was put up to keep crime out or to keep our ass in Who's that peeking in my window POW nobody now Listen up little niggaz I'm talking to you About what yo little ass need to be going through I fall a victim too and I know I shouldn't smoke so much But I do with the crew everybody on the average 'bout 4 or 5 I'm lucky to be alive at sunrise now I realize the cost After I lost my best friend Bean I recognize as a King Who am I to tell you to stop smokin Now you're open to disease and colds And aint 16 years old, this shit has got to stop Let's take a walk through detox I want outta this hold I'm in a cell under attack Loc up folks they in the hood, got an eye on every move I make open your face to info you aint know Cause it's kept low how the new world plan Reeks the planet without the black man So what's your angle, try to separate me from the blood is disrespect like coming in my home and not Wiping your feet on tha rug the Citron Absolut has got me bucking no hang with no phony lookout for the man with tha mask and the white pony On my back are bills staying off my toes always on my heels Insane, plain, soldiers coming in the dark by plane To enforce the new system by reign Tag my skin with your computer chip Run your hand over tha scanner to buy you dish now No more fishing for your fish Kiss tha days of tha old days past ways gone Mind blown, conception, protection My name on your selections but I caught you coming POW! Who's that peeking in my window POW nobody now

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