Antisocial

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"When I'm in a re-no-vative state of mind I'm innovative"

"Moving in nautical miles of styles..."

[Verse 1: Aesop rock]

It’s like antisocial

Hazardous portion organically nourished

Courage to flourish in music's orphans

Lunge nicotine dream missing link weariest

Caution we proclaim till brain’s arch like Sagittarius Shield

Yield to the eyes as mescaline killin' fields

Rise groggy stone gaze marching moodily

'til ... plural styles amalgamated beautifully

Rudely awoke, sing rubber-glue conglomerates

Sucking up love

While brushing parasitic critics to my left side

I test glide

Kamikaze crash distort that's on my preface (check)

The therapeutic unit recommended

Now slow-mo Quasimotos teeter on ringleader status

While I spit satellite photos while teetering on the stratus

Sleepwalking the atlas after none.

Trudge and nudge my ninety-nine octane brain

To one-oh-one

Run to organize my mood

Like cauterize my wound and climb up

Lovely samaritans line up like bar codes

For a fraction of my factions

The hollow of his hand beholds contraptions via

Amplified files collapsed your cacophonic' conquest. My specs up

Morph hostile and docile insubordinance your phylum

Chordata asylum swarmes' your coordinates. Rush

Must not sleep, must warn others

I’ll tourniquet your turbulence

Then trample on your stutters

If I could displace every vagrant in America

With traces of my character

The Earth would be a more pitiful habitat

With infinite acres of auto-cry intricate nature

Swung open the nomenclature to obscure warlock trickery.Pure

Hazmat got tossed back by liquors supporting patience

Working knuckles for audio duplication

That’s like fiending for a purpose

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Aesop Rock, prototype Robocop

Jabberwocky rocking on the highest hilltop

I possess two siamese styles that’s like connected at the mic hollering monstrous

Poly-tech impede indidgy progress, deaf

Swept off your meridian. It’s operation Start With a Slummy Raped Your Milk and Honey

Can I like, conjure up like all potent components of like

Middle siblings scribbling on his lonesome like

Hit him with my ninety-nine metal plated mics upon the wall, take em' down, pass em'round, rock em' all. Bust it

I’m forever building my City of Lost Children ripping rungs off your ladder at a

Sardonic smirk. Ebonics lurking where the crop circles got stamped out from the rain dance

Tsunami rain blast lift off like origami cranes and sloppy braincasted class-a-piece mastered to capture your flag then flutter

While slaves defy water sucked through from paper bags

The magic-maker dragging devils to add triple sixes melt the triple glitches on your console

I calibrate my mics prior to claimin' shit is rockable

Unlock and pull a backdoor for the bounce

While cannily panicking was the average. I broadcast modern boredom mesozoic poetry pupils

Caught up in scruples from the inimical nature of my program

Elegantly overcast password curse an a tactless bastard

Catatonic until personal practice mastered

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