Aesop Rock - None Shall Pa** - Instrumental lyrics

Flash that bu*tery, gold Jittery, zeitgeist, wither by the watering hole What a patrol... What are we to Heart Huckabee? Art f**ery, suddenly? Not enough young in his lung for the waterwings? Colorfully vulgar poacher, out of mulch Like, "I'm a pull the pulse out a soldier and bolt." (Fine...) Sign of the time we elapse When a primate climb up a spine and attach Eye for an eye by the bog life swamps and vines They get a rise out of frogs and flies So when a dogfight's hog-tied prize sort of costs a life The mouths water on a fork and knife And the allure isn't right No score on a war-torn beach Where the cash cow's actually beef Blood turns wine when it leak for police Like, "That's not a riot it's a feast. Let's eat!" And I will remember your name and face On the day you are judged by "The Funhouse" cast And I will rejoice in your fall from grace With a cane to the sky like, "None shall pa**." Now if you never had a day a snow cone couldn't fix You wouldn't relate to the rogue vocoder blitz How he spoke through a NoDoz motor on the fritz 'Cause he wouldn't play rollover fetch like a b**h And express no regrets, though he isn't worth a homeowner's piss To the jokers who pose by the glitz (Fine...) Sign of the swine in the swarm When a king is a who*e who comply and conform Miles outside of the eye of the storm With a siphon to lure out a prize and award While avoiding the vile and bizarre that is violence and war True blue triumph is more! Like, "Wait, let him snake up out of the centerfold." "Let it break the walls of Jericho." "Ready? Go!" Sat where the old, cardboard city folk Swap tales with heads like every other penny throw And I will remember your name and face On the day you are judged by "The Funhouse" cast And I will rejoice in your fall from grace With a cane to the sky like, "None shall pa**." Okay, woke to a grocery list Goes like this: Duty and d**h Anyone object, come stand in the way You could be my little Snake River Canyon today And I ran with a chain of commands And a jet pack strapped where the backstab lands if it can (Fine...) Sign of the vibe in the crowd When I cut a belly open to find what climb out That's quite a bit of gusto he muster up To make a dark horse rush like, "Enough's enough!" It must've... struck a nerve so they huff and puff Till all the king's men fluster and clusterf** And it's a beautiful thing To my people who keep an impressive wingspan even when the cubicle shrink You got to pull up the intruder by the root of the weed NY chew through the machine... And I will remember your name and face On the day you are judged by "The Funhouse" cast And I will rejoice in your fall from grace With a cane to the sky like, "None shall pa**."