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[Aesop Rock]

Zoom in to the fuming of an aggravated breed

Via the study of post-adolesent agitated seeds

Half the patients wasted self pride at
Commencement

So I focus on the urban Oxygen samples, the hot
that made it breathe

They sold Pompeii impression, waste infections

And twelve steps to lesson

Cretins swiftly tippy toe on hard to swallow,
barter concepts

The give-it get-it, never let it self pass the
word, eyeing stubborness

Martyrs talks money causes in a harvesting
Spartacus

And someone, I've thrown long Hail Mary bombs

Toward cookie-cutter Mother Natures bedazzled
synthetic fabrics

Life treats the peasants like

They tried to fuck his woman while he slept
inside

Well they're merely chasing perfectionist emblems

When the clock strikes nine

I'll be waking with the best of routine caffiene
team players

For the cycle of it

Under a dusted angel heartstring Big Brother is
watching

My odometer like buzzard to fallen elk, talking
stealth

We got babies, rubber stamps, and briefcase parts

We on some door-to-door now

Order ten dollars or more, we'll shove it down
your throat for free

I'll sacrifice my inborn tendencies

For copper pennies for one commanding Gimme that

So we can retain baby fat

Make the biter snake bedlam

Holocaust freak, heckle shiesty brain headroom
shaped planet

Make a move, pause, make a move break cannon

Bent barrel one eight zero, you'll turn, squeeze,
ending

It's on like it's never been

It's bleeding well

It's bigger than a breadbox

It can roast my leaky finance

I'll take my seat atop the Brooklyn Bridge

With a Coke and a bag of chips

To watch a thousand lemmings plummet just because

The first one slipped

Sometimes I laugh at victory, kissing these
little question marks

I tend to underestimate my average

Just another bastard savage

Someday you'll all eat out of my cold hand

Cuz every dog has its day

At which point, I'll pull it away

Now we the American working population

Hate the fact that eight hours a day

Is wasted on chasing the dream of someone that
isn't us

And we may not hate our jobs

But we hate jobs in general

That don't have to do with fighting our own
causes

We the American working population

Hate the nine-to-five day-in day-out

When we'd rather be supporting ourselves

By being paid to perfect the pasttimes

That we have harbored based solely on the fact

That it makes us smile if it sounds dope

[Aesop Rock]

It's the year of the silkworm

Everything I built burned yesterday

Let's display the purpose that these stilts serve

Elevate the spreading of the silk germ

Trying to weave a web but all that I believe in
is dead

Nah brother, it's the year of the jackal

Saddle up on high horse

My torch forced Polaris embarrassed

Shackle up the hassle by the dooming legend
marriage

I bought some new sneakers

I just hope my legacy matches

It's the year of the landshark

Dry as sand, parched, damn get these men some
water

They're out there being slaughtered

In meaningless wars so you don't have to bother

And can sit and soak the idiotbox trying to fuck
their daughters

Man it's the year of the Orphan

Seated adjacent to the firefly circling the
torches on your porches

Trying to guard the fortress of a king they've
never seen or met

But all are trained to murder at the first sign
of a threat

Maybe it's the year of the waterbug

Cockroach utter thug specimen

Your response, dreaming of your next of kin

I'm still dealing with this mess I'm in

I've been the object of your ridicule

You've been a bitch lieutenant

God it's the year of the underpaid employee

Spitting forty plus a week

And trying to rape earth on my off time

You bought dizzy, I can't keep myself busy enough

So you can run run run

And I'ma let you think you won

EVERYBODY!

We the American working population

Hate the fact that eight hours a day

Is wasted on chasing the dream of someone that
isn't us

And we may not hate our jobs

But we hate jobs in general

That don't have to do with fighting our own
causes

We the American working population

Hate the nine to five day-in day-out

But we'd rather be supporting ourselves

By being paid to perfect the pasttimes

That we have harbored based solely on the fact

That it makes us smile if it sounds dope

[Aesop Rock]

Fumble outta bed and stumble to the kitchen

Pour myself a cup of ambition and

Yawn and stretch and my life is a mess and

If I never make it home today, God bless

Fumble outta bed and stumble to the kitchen

Pour myself a cup of ambition and

Yawn and stretch and my life is a mess and

If I never make it home today, God bless