Slug - Thorns lyrics

[Verse 1: Aesop Rock] I am not doomed (not doomed) I burn bridges, not spoons (not spoons) But I only burn the bridges, hitchin' life in locked rooms Pa**ive obstacle a**essment: Bound to blossom festive knock on wood Salute the little only troglodyte that could So they navigate the blame game with a bulls-eye on a gold link wrapped around shrink-wrapped persona Honor in a makeshift crooked thug version of sacred Not to be mistaken with the purity with which my angel masons storm the basement Rope ladder descends from mothership, c-sectioned, monstrous While a billion babies build forts out refrigerator boxes Burrow, for the too far gone platoon craft billy clubs out fallen apple tree trunks After apple seeds sunk well beneath them My style sits softly in a synapse between fairytale and logic Primarily Agnostic Idle while the tidal title deem heat waves worthy of swallowing your journey Wallowing across the nursery I arrive tardy. I've offended every last pedestrian Upon my way over to bless that bar seat There's no excuse, I know, I'm sorry, but I'm here [Slug] Which is more than I can say for my love of these puppeteers [Aesop Rock] Well they tug 'em all in perfect syncopation, make they mommas proud Certified absurd prince of flattery Product of a drunken, rhythm-driven faculty Check a mortal mayhem discotheque, boogie with a bounced check and a cigarette [Verse 2: Eyedea] I prick my finger on a thorn bush, picking you a lilac You can water it with your envy and burn it with your livestock's I guess you can come on my trip, why not? Tie knots in our existence and marry-go-round your holy tripod For every single flame the imploding sky drops I cross the burned bridge of syringes ? by lyrics ? cyclops infinitely focused on moving this ice block I could of land a nice job, but I plan to fight God Understand I might stop at nothing, short of order distorted by torched porcelain images of man My glands are quite dormant coordinated with porous Won't forfeit my stance and transmission if I hit the right knob Fright clot, numbs the thumb, run and stir the rice pot The anger that hovered kept me in a tight lock I'm parallel with every line Jesus Christ thought Leaving heaven frozen, rolling a seven on this dice shot [Verse 3: Slug] Slow down, float showdown at the show Minnesota to Manhattan until it gets broken loose Holding you immobile to show you what we're going through And ain't nothing changed and the rent's still overdue Still hate the rappers that speak through the mean mugs Ain't got no bite but you bark like a tree trunk That sh** doesn't flush [Aesop Rock] And every pipe is plugged [Slug] I know you're loving us (you ride the nuts like the dick was a bus) Now hold tight, your whole energy doesn't flow right It's enough to make me wonder if you prefer to just blowpipe We're this close to giving you hoes a good choke Clowns thinking they're profound man, they're not even a footnote I walk around the world like a malnourished tourist A refugee, caught between the referee and the purist Circuits overloading, cyborgs about to explode Release the little man inside my tired soul Somebody must have let the lion out the cage And got him high before he climbed up on the stage Cause here I am again, glossy-eyed, topsy-turvy And this is just another pitstop on the journey Most of ya'll don't even inspire me to diss you So caught up in the politics, forgot to kick the issues Slug, call me Se7en, ya'll know what I'm about Now close your f**ing mouth, before my balls fall out [Outro: Slug] Shut your mouth Shut the f** up Shut your mouth sh** talking b**h Sick of ya'll talking sh** [shut the f** up] You don't know me, you don't know us Half ya'll f**s don't even rhyme [little b**h] Who you talking sh** about man? Go play a video game you little b**h Shut your trap [yo you a critic?] Yo come to Minnesota and get smacked [get smacked] Come to the island and get smacked [get smacked] I don't care, I see you in Oakland and I'll smack you Shut your trap, little internet b**h I'll smack you in Tulsa I'll smack you in Buffalo I'll smack you in Milwaukee I'll smack you in Madison I'll smack you in St. Louis I'll smack you in Austin and in Dallas I'll smack you in Salt Lake City Beeyotch