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SINGER: Aesop Rock
SONG:Big Bang
[aesop rock] well, so we meet again (he said he's grown spiritually since the last time) ok, this is the dawning of the book of bitter aspects where the jackals sit and watch the pedagogues last flesh poison functions accompanied by six armorclad black horse and buggy mechanism tugged a portion of my severed vision the gathering of loose ends in a bucket wit a shoestring budget every man's got a field to plow (i know that now) but it's like, man i really can't afford the oxen fee fie et cetera i smell the warm blood of the bill collector knockin i get awkwardly sturdy with a frigid liquid backbone i get swept in the pressure cooker tryin to paddle back home i get sprung with a vibe and alliance of clean intention by eclipsing doom midigons hatched to bash these picket fences now i'll attend the wedding of the open sore and festering now when the groom presents the ring the bride commence to blistering this textbook magnificently crude prototype king beserker module inserted vertical thirst, burst horizontal treasure, loose cannons span the starboard bow of the clippership dipped in truth famine pressure cabin fever meter pegging ludicrous beautiful cartoon troopers swallow brutal futility with a teaspoon full of sugar i rock ready aim fire, while y'all rock ready fire aim then blame the stationary target while the prey escapes the frame merit badge marksman, or poacher, it's all the same so i lay across the woods perpendicular to the grain [chorus] *rapped in doubletime* i wanna be a big bang, gotta be never bottle me up in a probably, i wanna see a yes sir, sir yes sir! armed with a tone, cross, sword to the bone warn the other brothers that was born forlorn big bang, shovel in a big dig huddled in a tunnel of big dreams i think big things i'ma burn with this little light of mind and a prime concern to earn thanks, i'ma be a big bang *repeat* [aesop rock] i'm just a survivor of the wooly mammoth population bottle neck effect, sorta born deaf alien of shallow alchemy if you gon' metamorph the basemetal to precious might as well steal from the rich, bewitch the peseants i'm floating the hoaming pigeon out hell's kitchen window left an sos infested bottle nestled in his grip so with a prayer circle release party and hardy wild bellow i observed him fly ten feet then dropped the bottles to the devils fertile circle turn fertile crescent via bad investment despised every second, but i guess i learned my lesson! if i made an angel in the snow for every rotted victim there'd be wings to float this mothership up out the godless system sticky panoramic contaminant planet in conjunction with phantom assumption gutterbug alumnus candidates well, i promise you i'll man the lighthouse just to help guide in your ship if you promise to help pull this hook out my lip (bitch) godspeed, straitjacket and ragged approach to circle suns via folklore pollutants derived strictly from a bc generation disgust (might be disscused) community movement alluding to a no blood given, no recognition life matter, i was us up all night with a rusty hammer trying to build a fence around these magic beans my dreams are gathered but uh, that certain lack of avail i sail a choppy lie with bouancy like a bucket of rocks (a bucket of rocks) chorus 2x [aesop rock] big bang, bi-big bang it's gettin bigger by the second check it ok, i'm here to rock the tugboat and bid the others farewell i shook the buddy system wisdom till the similairs repel i sell a barrel of spirit to dummy dimwits syndicate jackals i'm broken arrow to the fuckin bone (broken poem) i don't really believe in god but god, i'm scared to death of god?!? i swear to god, i never meant to spill the beans nor tear the pod it's like i hike an acre unimpressed and slept on the sabre's edge enough times to splice anti-christ's favorite pledge i wanna know myself sorta solo sheep amidst wolves and still my shepherd can't administer the proper push and pulls i push the ghouls to man overboard pull the bulls onto my sword and buckle down in a corner chair of the round table floor got an angel on my left shoulder, a devil on the polar got a mug a frigid, got a mug a solar, sliiidde over the recipe's design unplug the appetite for continuity by stitching together an esteemed congruance (beautifully) i peel back hearts and lodge grief physics in the chambers cuartarize the wound and heads like gimme gimme something major road side prophetic, ascend well enveloped in a mummy ribbon system blistering in a wishing well big bang!
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