Save Yourself

Pull the pin out, sheep creep in wolf garb

Fronted by the Hail Mary parry lunge mixer

Kill the populace for stability, jeopardy's a stickler

Its bob and weave amalgam played the falcon to your fixture

I branch out, arms flailing backwards

wailin upon a tidy sound circuit

slightly foul Gershwin

with a bed of nails and drumlust plus disgusted service

workin in shifts opposite the asbestos brain furnace

I be the now observatory eye ear antenna feeler

Spittin like a dragon with a similar demeanor

stood innocent bystand witness the diehard fans turn Rip Van

in the poppy fields of N.Y.'s orchestrated brick gauntlet

Now I'm thinkin who am I Jabberwocky Superfly bent left

Pushin war without the ten step cushion and what (what)

I plan to hold this beat positive sacred in these golde veins

Until the day I die from grimace overload

It's shock (it's shock)

treatment offered by the weekend

this still be a getaway, let's display the sequence it goes:

One for the heartless thievery turning my guardian angel harpless

And the rest to sweep the mess under the carpet (under the carpet)

I drag a yellow taxi meter behind every measure

And charge cats for labeling me shepherd

That'll be Six Fifty plus tip darlin,

I take cash, credit, check, money-order, gold and cigarette cartons

Huh, got caught up in the universe tryin to zoom in on stardom

Forgot the passion plus the hatred, both were based in Carbon

Next time you wanna be a hero try saving somethin other than hip-hop

And maybe hip-hop'll save you from the pit-stop

Kill em all, yield

(naw man It wasn't me it was Holden Caulfield brother

I just read and pulled the trigger)

Oh God, well leave me to tiptoe past the pearly gates

capture the halo, jet back to base, step past the chase

the bad taste of jet-lag and weight slackers

There aint nothin broken, where you at?

The pistons pump perfect, where you at?

The bass tone is Merlin, where you at?

This service is a urgent workin surgeons

Purging formulas lookin for an improper cause is whack

(Chorus 2x)

What are you saving, honestly? (honestly, honestly)

What are you saving, honestly? (honestly, no honestly)

What are you saving, honestly? (damn)

Promise me you gon shut the fuck up and recognize

What you holdin aint really broken?

I don't flick neeedles like my sick friend (friend)

I don't march like Beetle Bailey through a quick trend (trend)

I don't frequent church's steeples on my weekend (end)

And I don't comment if you formulate a weak Zen.

All I ever really wanted was a getaway

I'ma take a chance by letting a brook slide for what I got in my hands

I can not agree to follow a leader while on the borderline

A war without a reason for the Brady hates gore

Bring out your dead we can put em in a pile

And burn em with the novels for the kids then to admire

KIll the ones that speak from a different life

Brewin other killer noise makin the sentiment...

Okay, welcome to the Kamikaze bottle rocket cockpit

Live by the icy cold hand of bad intention youth blender

Oh yeah I'll let God warm the bench for now but

I'll ascend to spin y'all dizzy

(and for the record I'm bringin my t.v. with me)

Yo, let the commoners speak publicly

Then disperse eye jammies for cats that swear by third pupil

But can't see past the loophole

Motherfucker, my word is born like Siamese triplets

With doctor, lawyer, rocket scientist promise

(let em grow leisurely)

Hey Mom, I'ma fix without my probe along this path

Once my shpeel's perfected I'ma save you a seat in the front row

Of Aesop Rock's twelve steps to shut the fuck up seminar

And when all these bickering crowds turn solid you gon be proud

I tack hacks to the (backboard)

Honesty's a (latchcord)

Fury's far from (obsolete)

Serenity's a (crack war)

Raw caricature of mayhem standard branded by the labor

With a thousand reasons to end this for every one of you saviors

Saw the brightest burst ironically wide from the vacant stage

Gave it a pound for burning where bunk ratio's engaged

Keep me posted as to when you grasp something mature to

sit and sulk about mister, and I'll consider pickin up your record

(Chorus 2x)

The Authors, they aint got nothin to save

The Overground, man they aint got nothin to save

Def Jux, they aint got nothin to save

The Addams Family, they aint got nothin to save

Weightless, they aint got nothin to save

Stronghold man, they aint got nothin to save

Rhymesayers baby, they aint got nothin to save

Aesop Rock, I aint got nothin to save

it's llike that