Luyện nghe bài hát The Tugboat Complex, Pt. 3

Aesop Rock - The Tugboat Pt. 3

I could make 'em all dance, or I could
I could walk with a limp and make your step incomplete
are made of match sticks, life is but a flame
note at the craftwork door the last of the the Damien mainframe
my box cost siphon third rail juice from lost
inhabit ocean bottoms with a bitter rotten scapegoat (note to self)
don't bargain at martyr rallies
where participants squeeze your last giggle then sacrificial finalies
I can tie my new faces alone, save your deep offerings
sorta bring puke coughing bunk persona to (I might)
build anti-malignant railroads, find you, and lay adjacent
just to scream "fuck off" as the engine out the station
what should we do a thousand drunken sailors?
"kill 'em all, their family address, release a mailer"

(dear sir or madam, son or daughter's embarrassed human kind
consuming and gut fuel, till they cruised across the line)

I spin gold, your raps are dirty
the nursery class act impression of a bubble
(yeah I could of more subtle when polluting paradise gene puddle)
man huddles make us look like cool peeps and I'm to school sheep
towards the idea {*c'ya* - 5X}
this divine subsidiary bust center syllable logic, fold origami
plantation shut this picket
*TANGLED THROUGH your dream kitten, you'll probably never this song
let alone sip the long enough to listen

(I smoke cigarettes down to filter, the filter down to space
now I'm roll this question tight and smoke that shit up in your face
now if you were to alter masks every fame circus approaches
do you really think your wouldn't notice? *THINK ABOUT IT)

Okay, I've died a thousand, and I'll die a more,
I leave footprints in fours, two for bi-peds, two to break the door
practically the utterings of crushed by drudgery brothers and sisters
stickler cabin and madden shit
I'll fix the wing for a penny and a *PARABLE, but this friendship
sunk with a barrel full of ??
I guys harbor bad shiners
then wonder why the culprits sitting at the rainbows ending
garbage bag liners
with out the apple it's useless (I sat for greed)
for boredom crafts a castle out of toothpicks (I sat to breath)
I breath to hard nearly metamorph castle pins
now I stand to as not to disturb the*PLUMMAGE
and I know that's not a story, it no longer turns my
hollering wolves in the form of one frustrated
but a love tap full of up stardom melted trying to milk it
win a ticket to right white lines highway sideways it smelt it
one love to the rungs in my ladder, one love to the of
laughter bats hung from my rafters
see the jackal met the badger, they both such fucking bad asses
that clashing make sense (hence my tape deck)
now I ain't name name's, and I ain't gonna drag others in
but I ain't about to say that I'm the only cat you got
your lucky, somehow you to befriend some good people
who will sit and soak the you secrete, but why? I'm not really sure

(knock the fuck off, his lip across the floor
the archival vinyl venom soak the lure
anti-clarity mechanism spit flattery
fusing a million murders then stole the crown)

oh wait right, you discovered me right?
offered up the pipe, and oh
It's all cotton candy Aesop Rock the B line
he's foolish left in the middle of laying bricks
(oh we weren't building nothing but a great wall these stones and sticks)
oh and for the record I've been rhyming since me and Andre thought we could
built foundation out of passion and brother dusty
studied rappers, vocab expansion, poems and syllable placement
your just mad 'cause somewhere in there you came and went (I ain't the to dwell)
it as casually non compatible and bounced
obtained status where I could straight critique your after projects like
(damn that sounds fresh) or (damn that shit is garbage, happened?
I'm not laughing)
yeah, but the were broken (you choked)
you made comments to the wrong ?? who out of and honor leaked your program
now like were trying to sit and breath another dawn so my advice
to you is when I say "move on" {*move on* - 5X}