Aesop Rock One Brick Lyrics
            (feat. Illogic)
        
            [Aesop Rock]
            I start my city with a brick (one brick)
            Then add another brick (two bricks)
            Brick by brick, I manufacture homes for fallen angels
            I ain't no great Samaritan, that's just the way the game goes
            Respect the polars but acknowlege middle-value rainbows
            My snout turned up from dream factory eyelids
            Slingin bottled prosperity for the kamikaze colonels
            Yeah rocks the match that burned the n___ journals
            And plottin verticals amidst blatantlly horizontal
            Models then swallowed by famished potholes
            And I'm tired
            Tied up on these functions
            Killer cottoncandy clouds and huckleberry justice league
            Another knuckle-dragger dungeon breed
            Run, breathe, sit, bellow
            Wild Aes scream through your style to hear the echo
            Aight then, flinch for the great granddaddy payback
            When Little Billy bought a Tugboat
            Now he thinks he's Captain Ahab
            Facist takes for the pegleg's birds and eyepatches
            Learn that lesson, you'll be swashbuckling with the best of them
            Wonder why you wept over spilled milk
            And got your crayons wet, the room reaks of a thousand bayonettes
            I'll fision vision with a lie longer than your most walked meridian
            Connecting life with that little species of midians
            We've now officially scraped barrel bottom
            Aesop Rock an Apple to the core but ya'll ignored him
            I know a planet made of porcelain
            And once I get tired of holding this gavel up
            Ya'll prayer circles met him up born again
            I ain't too good for tap water
            Play "Taps" out of order
            For a ballad, corpse a dead man walkin
            You can lead a man to a city but that don't a__ure civility
            You can beat a man to death with Aesop Rock bootleg cd's
            (That's more fun anyway)
            Some cats Float, some cats don't
            I speak in Farenheit and burn off colon lyric
            Diss blatant harassment, spit honor, whistle fearless
            Don't dismiss the billygoat appearance for that common sheep
        
            Chorus*Aesop overlapping Illogic, fading in and out of each other*
            [Aesop Rock]
            Platforms have been erected
            Effigies built
            Slogans coined, songs have been written
            Rumors have been circulated
            Autographs faked
            The hourglass smashed and didn't leave me an escape
            Moving boxes have been worn out
            Mantlepieces dusted
            Idols idolized, the sands have been shifted
            Curtains have been closed
            Sleepers all waked
            The hourglass smashed and didn't leave me an escape
        
            [Illogic] *overlapping Aesop, fading in and out*
            Now with my trusty paperclip
            I picked locks of thoughts vault
            Finding the God in barren
            The harvest fruitless
            Only the Tree of Life flourishing
            Wanting to take a bite but I'm toothless
            Is that, predestination or is it by design?
            That I'm trapped in time sand
            Show radio mission control but for my rhymes
            Man cuz I can like aluminum
            And I recycle my consciousness
            This is just a note
            For any action or lack thereof as a consequence
        
            [Illogic]
            Wingless angels
            Stroll a top shapeless cottonballs
            With halos in your syringe
            Celestial ground is found broken
            Exposing a bottomless depth
            Where heartless spines awake to devour
            The small piece of your soul that's left
            You're immersed in sound floating
            Aimless destination
            Drop anchor to gain stability
            Stare out potions, restrain fertility
            Pedestal talk is a token
            Soaked in pockets with lives, topics, lack conceptual, ridicule
            The night breathes but light's choking
            Darkness occupies the throne
            Where poems are persecuted
            The purity at times dilluted
            Rhymes are executed
            For genre I'm told when has-beens attempt
            To cause heat to rise and wonder why they're trapped in cold
            Life's an oragmi box and I'm hidden within the fold
            So when the yarn unravels, I won't be caught by surprise
            And as society's fabric of orthodoxes dismantle
            I'll see you embracing the pentagram within this crucifix disguise
            See when the canvas stands before me
            I'm compelled to spill a vision
            For the sinners that listen, I got three spikes and a thorned crowns
            It seems I need a new soul cuz mine is worn down
            But from the pregance of my hardship was born style
            Still my pen bleeds and stains the paper with thought
            Finding me lost among statues and mainstream idols
            Browning in melted ice to reinforce that breath is vital
            If your father and his father were fish out of water
            You must break the cycle
            How many times must a plant be uprooted for it to die?
            When it's smothered with lies that abolish the potency of the sky
            So when the stars burn out and God replaces the bulbs
            With a million watts
            And throws the switch, sparks filament
            Hurting new giants and flocks
            I stand my own two aura illuminated in red
            Showcasing the agony held within this welded spirit
            Sacrificing itself for the health of a masocistic culture
            Yearning for the truth that we speak but refuse to hear it
        
            Chorus
        
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