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AESOP ROCK lyrics - Float

Garbage

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The ritual goes, same window different visual. Wing of wax, or wing of gold leaf Choose one. Float or plummet 20 thousand cold leagues My nourishment's provided in the summer So that I wonder How y'all chasin' dreams when most tangibles still outruns ya Hail dirty doll immaculate performance Warm as the march of a billion torches forward to burn what I born at Cut and paste alertness to current set is provided quick Shimmy the pirate ship mast, spot the islands on the sovereign in her bow Facing, let's salute the embrace pertinent generals who turned innocent hermits to burning spectacles. Flirtin' with a serpent workin' overtime Drain the battery, siphon the poison and flood his majesty's hatchery. I was riding on the yellow bus to where the brush thickens. Yeah, an it ain't exactly plush pickin's I'd rather take the time to burn every last bridge I've ever crossed beneath the sun Than live my life knowin' you may one day follow me over one. Snake bite Breath too heavy to hold. Caught up in the wake of the red witch tryin' to swim it. Ran for the sake of dead click stripped of idyllic image Steal a sloppy earth meal feed my pottery wheel to model colossal vision Thrill, shrunken with a bucket of pennies I'ma drag my sneakers through the dirt like alligator bellies 'Til the cloud burst Honor and a loud thirst submersed in a trap Little drummer boy vs. thunderclap In a city of garbage, tryin' to reap the harvest Adaption is the trap in which the artist meets the forest Swing your little axe or be an oak tree if you can Either way, adapt to circumstance or play you final hand. No enigma, an attempt to bury the hatchet Rendered me victim of deviltry plus wounded like stigmatics Somethin's somethin hazardous I smell an inch of difference in this mornin's pollution pistons and how the loose ends drift in My sour patch institutions slipped in amidst the invaders and, Pardon my tone but, This garden's grown fuckin' acres since my visit. Itchin' to count the layers in the blizzard to that chapter where my family inserts the dagger and twists it. It's the carnival, have you any sweets for my weary kin It's the carnival, have you any feed for my cheery grin It's the carnival, welcome, play our games you'll never win Coz it's that carnival where every freak show spectacle's your friend. An' I'm a, Ghostly galleon, tossed upon cloudy seas Antifreeze to glacier cookin' a look of fiery nature It's the, Ceilin' feelin' too heavy to bless the I-beams for a fraction more collapse (I left sorry) that to your door. Bitchin' my back to hell's kitchen, back Burnin' murder machinery, released regardless of the pardons Hitchin my life to the leash of one minstrel Sick of same window different visual Same agnostic hostage different ritual Play, cooperative supercolony clash (I heard we have a dust collection - let me see it) Ooh, I duel this underdog verse forced adaption to the marbles of the now Since then my knuckles haven't once dragged on the ground. In a city of garbage, tryin' to reap the harvest Adaption is the trap in which the artist meets the forest Swing your little axe or be an oak tree if you can Either way, adapt to circumstance or play you final hand. The ritual goes, same window different visual. The ritual is same fuckin' window different visual.

Here We Go

DISPATCH "Bang Bang"
[CHORUS:] here we go leave it on the back burner take it to the dry town I got the mean time slippin' down the slide some uptight right wing, political homicide, do what you want, take what you will, take it in like a southpaw, flip it on the grill bourgeoise, protocol bottoms up boys this is the last call happy hour doesn't last too long you know it never does so I sit here on a bar stool looking at the sky got a buck and a quarter and a bucket full or rye don't step out of line you'll get time in the brig don't yield to the mighty you got your own dirt to dig [CHORUS] my and my flea bag friends we ran to have our own feast of Crispan Murphy was there with number 22 they were got caught in the middle of a coup, you will lose me if I don't lose you we haven't chosen anyone of you to condemn so make your decision and chose you side or let us begin steeped in knowledge I'll step from the board down to the speak easy with my double-edged sword you know the deal you got to spin the wheel I heard the heavens are full of sevens but as matter of fact you know that cat suicide jack he don't play like that truth is he don't really play at all

5 Here We Go

DISPATCH "Gut The Van, Disc 1"
[CHORUS:] here we go leave it on the back burner take it to the dry town I got the mean time slippin' down the slide some uptight right wing, political homicide, do what you want, take what you will, take it in like a southpaw, flip it on the grill bourgeoise, protocol bottoms up boys this is the last call happy hour doesn't last too long you know it never does so I sit here on a bar stool looking at the sky got a buck and a quarter and a bucket full or rye don't step out of line you'll get time in the brig don't yield to the mighty you got your own dirt to dig [CHORUS] my and my flea bag friends we ran to have our own feast of Crispan Murphy was there with number 22 they were got caught in the middle of a coup, you will lose me if I don't lose you we haven't chosen anyone of you to condemn so make your decision and chose you side or let us begin steeped in knowledge I'll step from the board down to the speak easy with my double-edged sword you know the deal you got to spin the wheel I heard the heavens are full of sevens but as matter of fact you know that cat suicide jack he don't play like that truth is he don't really play at all

Almost There

AB-SOUL "Longterm Mentality"
[Verse 1: Ab-Soul] I know exactly how it is to feel like no one cares About the hard work you put in but who said life was fair? It sure wasn't me I take the bitter with the sweet And boil it in the pot make it hard to eat I said If I'm going to play I'm going to play for keeps Raise stakes, take stage, speak my peace Make my pay, take my lady on a date Send my parents on a cruise - living Somewhere with a killer view Oh the irony I spew But for now the studio couches gonna have to do I ain't going to take what I ain't earned myself Foolish pride That's what you need to survive It's do or die So step aside I don't mean no trouble Just want to be someone that CJ could look up to Oh, and just so you know When I'm on the road I'm at the travel lodge not the W [Hook: Ab-Soul & BJ the Chicago Kid] Almost there, almost there, almost there The finish line is in sight but I'm almost there Almost there, almost there Almost there, almost there, almost there Even if the sun don't shine the sun don't shine Almost [Verse 2: Ab-Soul] Somebody asked me, what you mean by longterm mentality, actually? So I had to break it down: Don't get caught up in the now Focus on the years abroad Cause today you're here but tomorrow you could be gone Singing the same old song And who's the place to blame on? Other than you Whatever it is you do From slanging eight balls to graduating from school Just gotta see it all before it happens I ain't saying see a psychic I'm just saying have a Idea of what you're accomplishing You'll have a greater chance to accomplish it You know a little strategy, premeditation Wins races nine times out of ten As if losing's ever an option Had to bust my own bubble I really thought I was poppin' (Not quite) [Hook] [Verse 3: Ab-Soul] Just know your future's right around the corner Opportunity galore for ya More and more you'll start to see it's no limit to what you can be In any event, eventually Treat your first like your last time Cause it might be your last time That's what I learned last time Look forward to looking forward in my pastime You just letting time pass like "that's fine", as wine Contrary to popular belief, I want the peace They say I'm headed hellbound at God's speed Gazunteight, or bless me if you like As I, put my faith in this bud and budlight I've been patiently waiting for a track to explode on Talk my shit, drop my load on Hold on, I don't think you know how close I am By the time this song's done I'm already there

Aftermath

JOE BUDDEN "Mood Muzik 4: A Turn 4 The Worst"
[Sample: Rocky] You ain't gon believe this but, you used to fit right here I'd hold you up and say to your mother This kids gonna be the best kid in the World This kids gonna be somebody better than anybody I ever knew And you grew up good and wonderful, it was great Just watching everyday was like a privilage Than the time comes for you to be your own man, and take on the World And you did, but somewhere along the lines, you changed, you stopped being you! [Verse 1: Joe Budden] Shout to all my fans, glad I can inspire y'all Got a couple haters, still trying to acquire more You're praying to a higher power hoping I should fall But even my writers block ends in a fire wall Everybody acts reckless judging by they past efforts If they ran shit why it won't show up in they track records How can the critics ever hear me and say I'm a suffer How when they play with words and I make em' play with each other Choppers over the booth, ready for prime time Come one with his thoughts, intertwine with his mind Go toe to toe, blow for blow or do it rhyme for rhyme Be competitive coke heads and go line for line Honestly that crap of yours you should raffle off With me they getting Genius Bars without the Apple store Under the microscope I rebut' the scrutiny If I'm to be compared it's only to who I used to be Take a closer look at rappers and you might discover This faggots talking Boxing, avoid the Mike Buffers Now you the type to cuff her, me I get tired of her See you the type to get hype to hug her but won't try to fuck her No pencil thin bitches, me that ain't the style he dates Might sit on her face and leave the imprint of a smiley face Introduce the newcomers to my habitat The calms before the storm, this the debris from the aftermath [Sample: Rocky] Let me tell you something, here right now The World ain't all sunshine and rainbows It's a very mean and nasty place and I don't care how tough you are It will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it You, nore nobody is gonna hit as hard as life But it ain't about how hard you hit It's about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward [Verse 2: Joe Budden] Let me change pace, the alternate route is a long one But you'll ultimately end up in the same place So I tell aspiring artists "think beyond greater" I know some niggas with platinum plaques and bronze paper But better living should be earned, never fed or giving So I traded my recognition instead for a vision They always told me that I'd end up dead or in prison Who ever thought that same dude getting head while he whipping At the chick would hang up on, give em' the dial tone Now buying wild homes, straight cash without loans I always managed to do better when his doubts shown I'll teach you how to turn them diamonds into milestones Class is in session, and look who's come to tutor They passing the fake off as real like Brian Pumpers jeweler Where I'm from niggas with fear getting slumped by shooters But my equal to dumping rugers is being done by computers I'm getting bread, every verse like the lotto Give them substance but they treat every word like it's a hollow My niggas off parole I'm tryna give them something pure to follow Cause he ain't have a pot to piss in, just a urine bottle I come from where so many people where raised with neglect Cops trying to meet they quote, thirsty to make an arrest All my wrong doings did, was put my faith to a test Which made me much stronger, guess my mistakes were correct [Sample: Rocky] Now if you know what you're worth, go out and get what you're worth But you gotta be willing to take the hit Not pointing fingers saying you're not where you wanna because of him or her or anybody Cowards do that and that ain't you You better than that

Silent Murder

NAS "It Was Written"
[Chorus: (X4)] [whisper] Silent, silent Murder [Nas] It's sort of like the conclusion, the color purple Niggas is losing, confusion, with one time all pursuit moves in Grabbing niggas up in this movement to rule shit Cop verses the block, shorties is too quick Lesson number one. If you're arrested and hung Where niggas is from gotta keep a lid on your tongue It's like silent murder, I hit blunts hard like Ray Mercer the violent words of a prince in a palace of Persia. The cognac plurger plus the trees, but whose the faul one to make his nose take a freeze, and got enough gold to rock ice in all hype. Used to be a general but just lost his stripe Pipe dreams and white feinds and all-nighters, collect calls from lifers Astoria walls with cypress, since I got a problem with the law-writers, I kick some more items just to explore horizons, the palm lady dreamt of this day so I'ma play, the crib close smokin' with the big toast and lay [Chorus] They say the arms of Nicki Barnes would be enough to blast, a lot of rich niggas fell and started pumping gas Was it the mind of CIA that bumped off Malik Shabazz Fuck what they teach in class I'ma reach the mass Strap up, no back up, it's jungle tactics Livin' practice, out of line niggas get smacked backwards So wear it if the cap fits, fold it up money and mad clips A stack right under my matress To smoke a nigga like a Hugh Bros. motion picture Niggas gettin' open cruise, won't be olding niggas April fools they laugh the jokes on the benches Cease outside my nigga spoke on his sentence [Chorus (X4)] Silent Silent, silent Murder My right handers never play too close to cameras It's nighttime scanners circle that allow gamblers Peace-making niggas pep talk the peace-makin 'niggas walk off the hot avenues with they brew. Time to get this loot countless, 'cuz sun it ain't no youth fountains Niggas take cash and shoot, bounce and Pakistanians is took hostage Locked up inside a linen closet known for spending pies up What's the flavour when your neighbors do jake favours Lock them real niggas down and lettin fake players roam around the project this lyrical logic I dilute, the weak can object the right composite We're plottin' all murderous schemes, it seems I'm ghostly called by the essence of queens the palm lady dreamt of this day, so I'ma play the crib close smokin' with the big toast and lay [Chorus (X6)] And Cain killed his brother Abel when God accepted Abel's offering and not his. Abel's offering showed that Cain was not giving his best to God, and Cain's jealous anger drove him to murder - drove him to murder

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