| I saw the rod-eye cross and murder circle above my turret
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| Slither spiraling banister down a hide
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| My ruby glass glazed specs staple to trade the market thieves
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| Where vendors cop the stolen citrus out they pyramids
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| Merry without a slapstick mavericks plugged directly to 3rd rail surges
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| Piss on electric mayhem through city commuter circuits
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| Oooh child, raises oddity, son of a circus side show freak
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| Pertinent to the slide show, the wino’s leak but I won’t speak
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| Infected projection hung thicken the air
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| Punching is burning plastics upon whiffing the nasal cringes
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| Pucker another 60-second lapse while 60 stars collapse the suckers
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| And I’m reborn every time the wine metamorphs back to water, my god
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| Sweet Christ crucify me with rail road spikes
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| Use my skull to bash them all in, gather sit and grin, weave
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| All fair the most serene communication’s pageant
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| Where sitting with a stranger and living awards the badges
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| I spell Marry with my name stitched on my heritage
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| Incinerate arrogant simpletons to feed my cherished wind
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| Buried in leagues a please, thank you, pardon, excuse me Your welcome, may I? |
| ohh, I’d like to nod but no you may not
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| Let’s take a deep breath, naw let’s take a breath
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| Naw let’s take, naw let’s aaah shit, well I guess that about says it Maybe I’ll craft the sycamore canoe and paddle upstream
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| Where the luck seems to reflect precious lovely interventions
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| I have died a thousand deaths, and I apologize for you and yours
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| For kicking your fantasies overboard
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| I mean I’m only one servant, ayo one hell of a diversion
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| And if the masses have agreed to split the sea then let it bleed
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| I have died a thousand deaths, and I apologize for them and theirs
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| For breaking down their ropes, ladders and stairs
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| I mean I’m only one servant, ayo one hell of a diversion
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| And if the masses have agreed to split the sea then let it bleed
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| Verse Two:
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| You ever died a thousand deaths? |
| I have
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| And in the morrow stood a thousand steps from where my nourish laughed
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| And made a boat at, nomad, I roam in a social coma
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| Jones and behome alone days sink how my poems I Dig in the dirt I bring up the earth like pulley systems
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| Thereby painting the perfect metaphor for hung juries
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| Strung along a song of spawning thorns of fury
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| Numb the anti-add-alarm before he recognized this worries me Carpet by my spearheading fink-eye beretta
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| Walk my line, now what? |
| Now strut that little poison combine
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| Y’all call natural, in honesty promise me twenty thousand salami links
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| And dive and finding my thriving ivy leaves climbing up the pit fall
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| Lack of most lords aboard, heroes unsung heroes unbrung rewards
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| Yo if I flutter in a trouble clutch then I dance fancy forward
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| Like park children double dutching ropes in burning city summers
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| My wing span can and will employ full expansion
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| Unfolding while lamping at home with my hands spanning for gold
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| Told them the roof was on fire, when that structure burned to ashes
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| All y’all saw was Aesop Rock holding an empty book of matches
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| Maybe I’ll sit until the spilling motors clear
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| Maybe I’ll sit and stroke my billie goat beard
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| And rethink the time angels appear, maybe I won’t
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| Bundled in my humble little plummet
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| Numb enough to die those thousand deaths under the sun it makes me sick
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| I have died a thousand deaths, and I apologize for you and yours
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| For kicking your fantasies overboard
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| I mean I’m only one servant, ayo one hell of a diversion
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| And if the masses have agreed to split the sea then let it bleed
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| I have died a thousand deaths, and I apologize for them and theirs
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| For breaking down their ropes, ladders and stairs
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| I mean I’m only one servant, ayo one hell of a diversion
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| And if the masses have agreed to split the sea then let it bleed
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| I have died a thousand deaths, and I apologize for you and yours
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| For kicking your fantasies overboard
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| I mean I’m only one servant, ayo one hell of a diversion
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| And if the masses have agreed to split the sea then let it bleed
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| I have died a thousand deaths, and I apologize for them and theirs
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| For breaking down their ropes, ladders and stairs
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| I mean I’m only one servant, ayo one hell of a diversion
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| And if the masses have agreed to split the sea then let it bleed |