Sick Friend

[Intro - Unknown man]

Thou mayest indeed

Tune onto the forbidden channel

And see it like it is baby

*Record Scratch in*

You should be a champion

Never fall on me

Deceit, deceit, deceit

*Record Scratch out*

"Getting dusty in the cellar"

[Verse 1 - Aesop Rock]

Yo

I was thinking about my sick friend

Stringing a ring around my wit's end

13 loops later his feet hung inches out the pig pen

Motley day goblins brought him pillage to pass the stillness

With bad javelin tip dipped inside barreled black magic brilliance

Who rose at the tomb of the Unknown Soldier?

To capture the fascist fragment choreographed in traffic dancing for nickels

Looked like sickle cells to the principles of pi rotary

One hope distortion odyssey sputters itself to my how not example sample

Give me the bread crust while considering the littering

I don't pity the head rush or the whimpering, spill

Anchor to rock bottom, rocks bottom packs a ravenous catalyst

Sprung arachnid, leashed by the carnal tyrant

I choked when the cage bird sings it stings

Springs me out delirium to stitch them clipped wings

I sink instinctively brinked while theyre clinging the shrieking souls

Mourning the death of fallen ideologues to quality control

Quality control, stand still string up the banner

From the beehive to the anthill; rag dummy

Incorporate the unison of Vikings ship throwers plus the perfection

Of the twice to burn with half the stone throwers, speak your assessments

My communicative hinderance pleads the needs

Of a billion hungry victims gripped by the hell that's slipped to splinters and

got Shiving up the mass of natives and it's league marvels

One component's sure to shock a mass burial, breeze

Broken penny bank fragments float up at stagnant seas

Dirty work plus applicants with chatter box disease

Iron bandit, give them the stars, the head balloons and rubies

Asked for many moons and I can't stand it any more

[Unknown man]

This is how I feel that I sling

And the regulars were so amazed

*Record Scratch in*

I'm the mightiest slinger of them all!

There is a time for war and a time for peace

And a time to run and a time to split

*Record Scratch out*

"Getting dusty in the cellar"

[Verse 2 - Aesop Rock]

I don't run a funny race, malnourished monarchs and loopy admirals

Where 99.9% swear by their broken axels

I built boats of a pack rat bats of bully club swung

Post utility inhalants nail it to stability and sail it

Lopsided Star bird bow crooked mass makeshift

Patching holes with chewing gum and stitching sail to thirsty faces

Observe me sitting with my eyes tied to the clock, 'Cause

I know that once that wind kicks up you and your motors left roped to the dock

And it's the, art of clarity married to slender extension

Of blue sky of a happy neighborhood

String on my ring has left me dancing like wooden dummies in a paper nature

Merry etiquette's a door nail, Friends is little brittle dolls of paper

In assembly, I tremble with a crocodile smile

Hiding a fish out of water complex provided upon entry

Now if I, were to, hold to speed

To levigate the game plan, would you honestly impede

I mean I guess, I can just divorce me from the rest

And blame my chemical imbalance for the fact I've made a mess

But my loyalty supply hints on which inklings I should run with

And I'm thinking that damn town prior's about to fill this here bucket

It's that, grand precious that precious that part of you wants to touch

And part of you just wants to sit and be impressed with

Tainted agony induct in barnacle attachments

Mood swinging upon the barnstorm to perpendicular traffic

Spread, circle 4,000 circuits you burn to cater wings

Above alkadiene Townsman spoon-fed the shadow

I'm tired of being wired into the thief ratio

It's gnawing a hole through my scheme so I leave (know what I mean?)

[Outro - Unknown man]

It is the molotov cocktail hour

Have I not brought you blessings without number?

*Record Scratch in*

They have plenty of nothing and nothing is plenty for them

Yea

I've never had it so good

*Record Scratch out*

"Getting dusty in the cellar" x3