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Zodiaccupuncture

アーティスト:Aesop Rock  アルバム:Fast Cars, Danger, Fire, And Knives 

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March. The more the merrier. Get a couple or more to carry you to the burial. F-R-E-S-H. Fresh to death and keep it def to the left. Well it was Capricorn, Virgo, Aquarius, Cancer, Leo, Sagittarius, Pisces, Libra, Scorpio, Aries, Gemini, Taurus, Let 'em die for it. Delicate freak show alert the frame. Bash all flags where the mag spin park. Corroded by the volts that jolt the cold vein. Boogie down kits to slip past the guard. Def with a mascot of radical mass. Megaphone fuzz and a woofer on fritz. We are not trained to divert the crash. But march face first with a prayer for the blitz. Stand up for the cinema fire, simian ire, cold shimmy for the cinnamon sky; intimate eyes loop all known alleys. Scoop the bounty like daddy hires Bazooka to murder Ralphie. I curdle with burnt milk, pariah sigh, honor piranha money. Count it with the knuckle that hustle bread out a copper's tummy. One of these rebels could level the marked city but the N.Y. uber alles governor's picky. I'll be the jenky Jesus for the species you bleed with. Ultra. Soldier poach the folklore. Jump guns through the 9th gate. Jump guns like a noon 6 burner lit up on the 9th pace. Even set among a portion conformed to the blind stage, never lured by the formal watching imported wines age. We bow to the gusto mustered by the mecha-bot. Plowed by the public, ushered out the letterbox. Wowed by the subject punctured by the helicop. Boy meets vermin: the widescreen version. Headaches, nausea, vomiting, facial paralysis. These area a few of my favorite venomous side effects. Mamba, Water Moc, Pit Viper, Diamond Back, Anaconda, Boomslang, Cobra, bite 'em back. Spinal tap crabs to the clapper. Aesop Rock is the Cadillac of natural disaster. Push that button. Everybody gotta push something. That's why the envelope is where it wasn't. I work with the builders, whittle my gorilla military and fizzle 'em through the vigilante filters. Who lamps left of the toggle? How'd they fit that ninja in a bottle? A hundred million motherfuckers with they hands out verse a walking zipper bomb trying to keep the man down. Get up. Get down. Sit up. Sit down. It's either fancy footwork or get bit by the hounds. Face up.


投稿者: PetitLyrics
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