Aesop Rock - Same Space (The Tugboat Complex pt. 2) lyrics

k**ings reflect the destiny of the village So when 20 count regrets float down futility spillage See I'll pa** the broken arrow this time for certain Yea but from here on out its hoof the mare the bare footed urchin Dig it in person Now exhibit true audacity and pa**ively hack reason to ribbons And your excused from the round-table admissions committee Activist legends turned hostage in fallen cities Dirty earthlings circling vision immaculate Spin me dizzy in a crosswalk My too far gone mastodon senses inspect relentless For fitted boogie systems and crook addictions Well sure my crown is formed of thorns Yea but my thorns are formed of sound And I have found sound will keep me warm When the mornings born with frozen ground Put a rope down pull me from where the buzzards cleared The meat from the bones you and your little bad-a** mad max musketeers When the silhouettes of emaciated frames dance on a high-wire Mistook for aspiring third world poster children But is inserted ghost with dealin' Dead to administer links like chieftain whats your forte Knuckle dragger in disguise seeking the match made in your eyes Friend it don't take the wise this minute triplicate pace unified I don't condone the blasphemy naturally its procreation From the floods, to the fires, to the droughts, to the cyclones Tidal waves, the twisters, tornadoes, and hail stones Whirlwinds, tropical storms, blizzards and monsoons All of which I witnessed prior to waking up inside my room Look at the crook as I panic episode tantrums f** hugging my cool The edginess readies the Mach 9 quick draw hence the duel The company of similars couldn't excite the motor But hermit crab Ace home alone-uh One barrel of idioms and charcoal stick, courage under desire Canopy draped beautiful messiah reluctant Stuck in the pluck in the haul buzzing the fuzzing television mixer Book of saturated matches and a half-made bed (sleep on my other half made bed) Pick of the litter, litter of the pick Pack leader will huff cannibal fumes, mechanical zoom There's ample room Stowaways inside the cargo bed Said leech prior to firing up his barnacle magnet Instincts leashing himself to where the wind splitting ice storms And termite swarms are commonplace I'm a trace this silver lining winding round the profit chase I know there is good in you if one peels back the opulence But I also know its ratio to bad don't feed my confidence The nutrients will be intense circle The clues units of success being personal Then s**ed basic diversion Rusty anchor budging for nothing Wedged between aesop rock and a scarred face of frustrated f** yous Bound by concern I can't believe I'm still concerned I can't believe sly children turn in their sleep over one-liners While I yield to hear your burns Color me out of my skull draggin' a wagon of creature features And all I ever wanted was to aggravate the sleepers Look self-crafted heroics murder worthless Crash test ideologies, catalog alien doctrines type disturbance Got em out, k**ing machines turn belly up Buckled, the troubles I've seen Coax twenty four sevens of wide eyes from day dreamers Clean or dirty serpents in turn wish preference for the latter Justified the germs birth cauterize the gashes after On my left, one finger for each borough I can touch On my right, one finger for each time that I wake up midsummer night Who's cloaked in a pristine mantle of hellfire But A-capital glaciers out the east slide lateral Born for one task indeed To spoil the citizen kane emote self this ugly duckling seed Look I ain't too attired of draggin the baggage over the seasaw seas When the reapers turns mortals to caspers See the plain and stone conjurable can't mimic the null Of a billion troops holding matchsticks to empty cannons Stand of a many moons when the sun hit the mountainside splendidly Bask in the last warmth that be known to man's tangents In the wink of an innocent starchild's eyelid drop he vanished Managed to carve initials in the granite wall the damned it all up I hung with cats that do the don'ts Cats that forage through the moats Hoping they open with sovereignty and a canteen deemed with prodigies I love the wake, the watch, the walk, the work The well its almost six o'clock I've never seen so many tugboats miss the dock (watch)