Aesop Rock - Plastic Soldiers lyrics

[Sample: Freestyle Fellowship - "Heavyweights" from "Innercity Griots"] Style messiah, Hot like a volcano with fire [Verse 1:] The sound of silence versus the sound of War Echo d**h shock-renegade Crooked cynic tyrant Your ignorant bias is my Goliath Starving alliance seeps under the skin The seven deadly sins That seven elements of the malevolent The relevance of Graphic endeavours Drastic measures took for defence My secrets unfolds codes of conduct, raid Blade runner, intima-dating figment in the minds of the malignant Your opinion, not significant, bludgeon Poetic potential draws dotted lines between hunter and hunted Liquefied thoughts seep through the cracks in side-walks Lieutenant cynic consist of anonymous all this seems famished Vanished in gritty streets til' city seeks, sleep, head, rush Scope, infra-red touched Temple's the torment Pressure point contact Crush the dormant with missing links Syncopate movement, Our troubled blockade ends but I'm blemished in the blueprint Behold of the hideous I'm a**aulted by the anthems of the lesser Concerned, I squinted through tinted pains of pressure Transcend, backlash, jet black ink bleeds to breath abstract interpose pa**ages Database entries slip through the fingers, you're forgotten A faceless figure shall put among an infinite citizens capital coward branded in the backbones of the stranded As Ace's hungered for upper handed plan strategy: strike force Pays quicken upon asphalt light source sun burst beams A portrait of pillage Multiple put-downs paint burn marks on perception Indulge indefinite challenging chapters never before have human eyes looked upon The unbearable weight Contaminate little thieves Heaves, breath, the last gasp And I last grasp, but trace through your trickery, pinpointed Technique cast on the fresh but it's now thickly anointed, vicious cycle Ya'll spinnin if you tread before you think The center of my web is pen and ink It's the merciless, masquerade merging separate flows of music's martyrs Threw my flag into the ground and claimed your land for starving artists The masquerade merging separate flows of music's martyrs Threw my flag into the ground and claimed your land for starving artists [Sample x8: Freestyle Fellowship - "Heavyweights" from "Innercity Griots"] Style messiah, Hot like a volcano with fire [Sample: Mike Batt - "Zero Zero" from "Zero Zero"] Dear Colleague I am so very sorry that my son has made such an exhibition of himself with your daughter It really does seem quite out of character Although I have to admit it is quite funny Of course he's really got into trouble with his supervisor But I'm afraid he's only got himself to blame It really... [Verse 2:] All I see is little plastic soldiers with little plastic holsters Spit on plastic cultures belittled by sarcastic vulture swarms Warning I'd skip your stepping stones down by the sea shore It's that scarlet welcome carpet that I fiend for My dreams spore schemes each more malicious than the pre-ceding Red skies bleeding acid this is best inspired by your doubt All through flood fire and drowning tied rapidly into humid winds Lucid lens bend sigil spectrum's drippin' shades of rays I prayed for days lacking discolouring [?] Bigots may seems to scare me I dissect voids my friend drawin' cranes with metal flanks [?] Walkers cross Battlestars I travel far my radar flips Eye of the storm following scraping my backbone I try to spring clones leaving em like tendrils, that require, More than a click-click five While figments of malignant spine pleasuring quick to pigment puddles Gathered in gutters Type B-negative whirlpool I swarm fool like you, poetically puncture As still in dreams while empires fall apart He a cyborg k**ing machine with wires in his heart I'll never know of you Emotion reads close encounters I run The last cla**ic example of a love of mic and sample Trampled pride is resurrected with ample improvement motor movement mandatory Not a question of should I But I pa**ively consumed the role casted by masters of supreme sources Crafted by supreme forces Seemingly dream catcher Aesop Rock computer Hacker! See you lack a dispatch to request back up Collapsing scaffold mad pole crusher russian robot recruits We shoot starving artists 'de trops' and intrude I am waterfall I'm excluding inaudible slaughter calls Venomous survey calibrating mics for lurkin' [Sample x8: Freestyle Fellowship - "Heavyweights" from "Innercity Griots"] Style messiah, Hot like a volcano with fire [Sample: Mike Batt - "Whispering Fools" from "Zero Zero"] This young man is clearly a genetic throwback He seems to be experiencing primeval urges and feelings which frankly Unless we can terminate will contaminate others And threaten entire structure of our society