Abandon All Hope

[Intro] Aesop Rock (Aesop Rock) Aesop Rock (Aesop Rock) Aesop Rock (Aesop Rock) Aesop Rock (Aesop Rock) Aesop Rock (Aesop Rock) Aesop Rock (Aesop Rock) Aesop Rock (Aesop Rock) Aesop Rock (Aesop Rock) Aesop Rock (Aesop Rock) Aesop Rock (Aesop Rock) Aesop Rock (Aesop Rock) Aesop Rock (Aesop Rock) Aesop Rock (Aesop Rock) Aesop Rock (Aesop Rock) Aesop Rock (Aesop Rock) Aesop Rock (Aesop Rock) [Verse 1] Is a love such as that which I exhibit for my practice The factor which then amalgamates debates with straight-jackets and robes Huddled in brackets that blacken the average globe Xenophobe, loathe to modify the fly, feel this I carve a notch in my wall for every stall Every fifth mark slants diagonal to symbolize your downfall Drunky peasants, honor the shifty Megatron presence Slug a bolt once ceremonies of merit turn bloodsport (Uh) Voted hella high seas, I freeze your mega dumb company Pumping out wise beads like, plot sneak-attacks on dry leaves, dunce Crooked rumors turn zoomers when rookies talkin' Bad seeds blossom the Wookiee walk; harken Let a sucker drift, I lift up every stone prone to find The point at which repellent signals ultimately bind When a pack of style mimics see my brains target the cluster I advance clutchin' the mic like bully to knuckle duster And ascend; your riddles yield a little plastic blend Fuck a badge, light a bonfire dancin' jig around the pig Figurin' yeah, I'll land a plane on bleached-stained trackers Usin' only the finest and post-modern terrain mappers Once my brethren disperse My god, you think the heavens touched the earth then Thirstin' a perch on a bursted curse, but I don't; confide: wine and water chose me Bored: lasso down Polaris, let the glow amuse me [Bridge] Ok, I lay me down to sleep, creepin' a slumber under red skies Heads splittin', straight sippin' a drip of dead vibes It's red tides from here, stop and smell analog hell Clenchin' a stench of burnin' logics and a child with yearning optics [Verse 2] Now someone's approached the road, shaken like snow-globes Other sought safety in numbers, other's flows got towed under (Yeah) Still another took a turn and crashed and burned while others flee But there will never be another starvin' marvel like me See, there's a time when rhyme and Paint combined can't even manage to tell what the swell is like Picture your imagery embellished With the hellish aspects of the swarms' forlorn facets Soul crafted fat cats, burrowin', left perennial tenants discouraged in Discussin' my four seasons flourishing, uh! Searching, perching, poetic lead poison Poised in ploys to leak a little bit of moisture on your pride I'm a animated style machine intervening faulty production Fueled by nicotine suction From ducks in my carnival to vipers in my garden You flash identify by them genus, species and class Start to chuckle, buckle the architecture til it fell through Kill the survivors then raise the dead for shock value By the time the pending settlement's fully negotiated (Yeah, I'll...) I'll have put aside a few to get myself situated [Bridge] So like sadly, my style spooks juveniles like Boo Radley Radically weak assume the colonel Kurtz in our platoon soon enough That's one bluff call, toughens the searcher Stuttering, emerging, gutter urchin, bursting [Verse 3] I live for the moment of truth when Big Willie rapper Acknowledges failure and states "Goddamn my shit is trash It's time to let go!" Tin man banging upon his chest to hear the echo Heartless, kid, hollow compartments See we the people of the united, starving artistic Militia keep movin' in order to form a more perfect union I'm clued into the poison panoramics brewed in panic situations It fucks a little with my brittle gift I tell myself "Stay up high Make a mockery of sun and moon and star 'till they hand over the sky" My deluxe's fluxes pivots to where the crux is Invade the town while village elders holler "Who the fuck's this?" See: hipper cats aggravated, trudge through the muds Quicken ones, plots thicken like coagulatin' blood Rugged serpentine climb, pebble to rock Let your pretty pink cloud nine expectations please you not I'm, Ae-*fucking*-sop Rock, mic bizarro Proper application of the soul by my standard Candid once position from which instigations spawn And man, I plan to die with a mic in my hand, it's like... [Outro] Abandon all hope y'all, abandon all hope, it's like Abandon all hope y'all, abandon all hope...