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Correct The Substance Lyrics
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Aesop Rock
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Correct The Substance
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Four rooms, a ceiling and a floor but there's more (close to insanity) A desk with a subtle light, a window and a door (close to insanity) One bottle of the bluest inks your iris ever saw (close to insanity) One child prodigy with a vision in his core (close to insanity) (yeah, yo) I'm frost bitten, slippin' away titanic burden nurses Where the anti-hero clergy purge their value burning service And warped was I huddled beneath the influenza fresh Meshed with impressions that appear to shrink before my very breath These tides of woe and malice and mirth initiate a wave crash Splashing my offspring graves prior to birth it's looking bleak Malarky farce sergeant crooked and sleek emerald eyes glow I'm shook in a freak side show OK I strobe effects projective when I blink So I resign this chorus line When linked we let our eyelids fall and pilots stall With what I sing I'll open lash light and dark clash to dim the wattage Then see the wide eyed dry grays and supplied fiery colossus Well I am a hostage guiding yet pushed beneath the crazes climate Hiding behind the levy while the stubborn rivers rise and feel this I wish heavenly brevity centered hate pedigrees instead of dead serenity God damn must have remembered me It clinched me, it wrenched me, tempted me to employ it Apprehended me and rendered me suspended in it's voyage How these tables have turned Hand to the bottle with the skull and cross bones scribbled off the label Sip the ladle drank the burn begging for dead Concerns off with a zephyr tread and leg in a web Caught triple-six couriers beckon they fled OK OK I get it Let 'em shake a little then release 'em Like as if ghostly hysterics would leash on banded completion Odium, patience ran his anti-death commando Just a litigant stretchin' to touch tranquil but couldn't quite catch the angle I'm trained as corner stone famine troopers So my tray within a heart of hearts still belly up and parched, come on (yeah, yeah, check it) I'm a sideline observer alerted not yet retreating (close to insanity) The climate stubbornly hovered slightly above freezing (close to insanity) Now everybody in the populis awaited my reply (close to insanity) I spit a billion tiny brilliant white lights into the sky (close to insanity) Undeniably amused by the way the fuse burn By the way the clues churn in front of my eyes To fertilize germination of concern for me for we For he who's sucked into the trench fully dug I don't wanna pull the plug Hug on my canteen like in a dream Centipede leader speedin' through a meaty greed league I can tell by the way the needs bleed from a seed If the breed should have ever been bread 'nuff said Whether compared to caterpillar and cocoon To emerge or a spark's soon a bloom to a surge All I need is the nourishment, the courage and the burn To ascend from a number to grave blade runner Hunter, cleric, swordsman, king More like I'm walking with a broken mood ring Mood swingin' from the mezzanine level Here to bevel the edge My team's settled on the ledge to pledge It's like that. In the summer it rains buckets of hunger pains In the winter it's the same with an added climate change The remaining two quadrants balance the polar values equally for midrange Yet the songs of thirst remain the same You could turn the whole cold reservoir to liquor Hell, split the ocean on it's seams if it boosts your esteem I never lend span of attention lest my brethren signal fresh So do your magic miracle worker I'll remain unimpressed For the flux, the fix, the famine For the fact that little Billy up the block obtained a lovely hand cannon I'd examined auto pilot (right) when filibuster won (yeah) Concluded the few we're tuned with were now targets of his movement (oh shit) It's intriguing, yet I guess I knew somewhere something was leaking Now I honor instinct delinquent Bring settler runaways frayed boogie bastard clicks To bypass glass stature walking graph characters Militant dance split the sun and sip the filament Tracer, vivisection is to lab rat primes They try to grace these sacred lips with his maze or a dirty wine He knew, he brewed the substance just to mock the lesser budgets Then sought off all trickery bought off the public and screamed victory Tunnel through the mite infested grillage and the rig As fast a Aesop and his ten little fatigued fingers could dig trigger revenge Tip the goblet in the dirt review my words spit in the puddle Peace to faint struggle the fuck out and duck out (yeah, check, huh, uh) Now, all hail defenders of the trash talk (close to insanity) I was hidden, yet I slid in just to rip the mask off (close to insanity) I'm seventy-six inches of all the purest sounds (close to insanity) So y'all could dig me six feet deep my eyes would still be over ground (close to insanity) (It's like that)
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