Luyện nghe bài hát One Brick

[Aesop
I start my city a brick (one brick)
add another brick (two bricks)
Brick by brick, I manufacture homes for fallen
I ain't no great Samaritan, just the way the game goes
Respect the polars but acknowlege middle-value
My snout turned up from factory eyelids
Slingin bottled for the kamikaze colonels
Yeah rocks the match that burned the journals
And verticals amidst blatantlly horizontal
then swallowed by famished potholes
And I'm
Tied up on functions
Killer cottoncandy and huckleberry justice league
Another knuckle-dragger breed
Run, breathe, sit,
Wild Aes scream through your style to hear the
Aight then, flinch for the granddaddy payback
Little Billy bought a Tugboat
Now he thinks he's Ahab
Facist more than pegleg's birds and eyepatches
Learn that lesson, you'll be swashbuckling with the of them
why you wept over spilled milk
And got your crayons wet, the room reaks of a thousand
I'll fision with a lie longer than your most walked meridian
Connecting life with that little species of
We've now officially scraped barrel
Rock an Apple to the core but ya'll ignored him
I know a planet of porcelain
And I get tired of holding this gavel up
Ya'll prayer circles met him up again
I ain't too good for tap
Play "Taps" out of
For a ballad, a dead man walkin
You can lead a man to a city but that don't assure
You can beat a man to death with Aesop Rock bootleg
(That's fun anyway)
Some cats Float, some don't
I speak in Farenheit and burn off lyric
Diss harassment, spit honor, whistle fearless
dismiss the billygoat appearance for that common sheep

Chorus*Aesop Illogic, fading in and out of each other*
Rock]
Platforms have erected
built
Slogans coined, have been written
Rumors have circulated
Autographs
The smashed and didn't leave me an escape
Moving boxes have been out
Mantlepieces
Idols idolized, the sands been shifted
Curtains been closed
all waked
The hourglass smashed and didn't me an escape

[Illogic] *overlapping Aesop, in and out*
Now with my paperclip
I picked locks of thoughts
Finding the garden
The harvest
Only the Tree of Life
Wanting to take a but I'm toothless
Is that, or is it by design?
I'm trapped in time sand
Show radio mission but for my rhymes
Man 'cause I can like
And I recycle my
is just a note
For any action or lack thereof there's a

Wingless
a top shapeless cottonballs
With in your syringe
Celestial ground is broken
a bottomless depth
Where spines awake to devour
The small piece of soul that's left
immersed in sound floating
Aimless
Drop anchor to gain
Stare out potions, restrain
talk is a token
Soaked in pockets where topics lack conceptual, ridicule
The breathes but light's choking
occupies the throne
Where poems are
The at times dilluted
are executed
For genre I'm told has-beens attempt
To cause heat to rise and why they're trapped in cold
Life's an oragmi box and I'm hidden within the
So when the yarn unravels, I be caught by surprise
And as fabric of orthodoxes dismantle
I'll see you embracing the pentagram this crucifix disguise
See when the stands before me
I'm compelled to spill a
For the sinners that listen, I got three and a thorned crown
It seems I need a new soul mine is worn down
But from the of my hardship was born style
Still my pen bleeds and stains the with thought
Finding me lost among statues of mainstream
Drowning in ice to reinforce that breath is vital
If father and his father were fish out of water
You must the cycle
How many must a plant be uprooted for it to die?
When it's smothered with lies that abolish the of the sky
So when the stars out and God replaces the bulbs
With a watts
And throws the switch, filament
Hurting new and flocks
I stand on my own two illuminated in red
Showcasing the agony held within welded spirit
Sacrificing itself for the of a masocistic culture
Yearning for the truth we speak but refuse to hear it