One Brick

[Verse 1: Aesop Rock]

I start my city with a brick (One brick)

Then add another brick (Two bricks)

Brick by brick I manufacture homes for fallen angels

I ain't no great Samaritan, that's just the way the game goes

Respect the polars but acknowledge middle-value rainbows

My snout turned up from dream factory eyelids

Slinging bottled prosperity for the kamikaze colonels

Yeah rocks the match that burned his Nazi journals

And plotting verticals amidst blatantly horizontal

Models then swallowed by famished potholes

And I'm tired (Tired), tied up on these functions

Killer cotton candy clouds and huckleberry justice league

Another knuckle dragger dungeon breed

Run, breathe, sit, bellow

Wild Aes scream through your style to hear the echo

Aight then, flinch for the great granddaddy payback

When Little Billy bought a tugboat

Now he thinks he's Captain Ahab

Fascist (Fascist), it takes more than peg legs, birds and eye patches (Right)

Learn that lesson you'll be swashbuckling with the best of them

Wonder why you wept over spilled milk and got your crayons wet

The room reeks of a thousand bayonets

I'll fission vision with a lie longer than your most walked meridian

Connecting life with that little species of idiots

We've now officially scraped barrel bottom

Aesop Rock, an apple to the core but y'all ignored him

I know a planet made of porcelain

And once I get tired of holding this gavel up

Y'all prayer circles metamorph, born again

I ain't too good for tap water

Play taps out of order for a ballad, corpse a dead man walking

You can lead a man to a city, but that don't assure civility

You can beat a man to death with Aesop Rock bootleg CD's (That's more fun anyway)

Some cats float (Float), some cats don't

I speak in Fahrenheit and burn off coal and lyric (Lyric)

Diss blatant harassment, spit honor, whistle fearless

Don't dismiss the billy goat appearance for that common sheep

[Aesop and Illogic overlapping each other]

[Hook: Aesop Rock]

Platforms have been erected

Effigies built

Slogans coined, songs have been written

Rumors have been circulated

Autographs faked

The hourglass smashed and didn't leave me an escape

Moving boxes have been worn out

Mantelpieces dusted

Idols idolized, the sands have been shifted

Curtains have been closed

Sleepers all waked

The hourglass smashed and didn't leave me an escape

[Hook: Illogic]

Now with my trusty paperclip

I pick locks of thoughts vault

Finding the garden barren

The harvest fruitless

Only the tree of life flourishing

Wanting to take a bite but I'm toothless

Is that predestination or is it by design?

That I'm trapped in time sand

Show radio mission control but for my rhymes

Man because I can like aluminium

And I recycle my consciousness

This is just a note

For any action or lack thereof there's a consequence

[Verse 2: Illogic]

Wingless angels

Stroll a top shapeless cotton balls

With halos in your syringe

Celestial ground is found, broken

Exposing a bottomless depth where heartless spines awake to devour the small piece of your soul that's left

You're immersed in sound, floating

Aimless destination

Drop anchor to gain stability

Stare out potions, restrain fertility

Pedestal talk is a token soaked in pockets where lives' topics lack conceptual, ridicule

The night breathes, but light's choking

Darkness occupies the throne where poems are persecuted

The purity at time diluted

Rhymes are executed for genre, I'm told

When has beens attempt to cause heat to rise and wonder why they're trapped in cold

Life's an origami box and I'm hidden within the fold

So when the yarn unravels I won't be caught by surprise

And as society's fabric of orthodoxies dismantle I'll see you embracing the pentagram within this crucifix disguise

See, when the canvas stands before me I'm compelled to spill a vision

For the sinners that listen: I got three spikes and a thorn crown

It seems I need a new soul because mine is worn down

But from the pregnancy of my hardship was born style

Still my pen bleeds and stains the paper with thought

Finding me lost among statues of mainstream idols

Drowning in melted ice, to reinforce that breath is vital

If your father and his father were fish out of water you must break the cycle

How many times must a plant be uprooted, for it to die?

When it's smothered with lies that abolish the potency of the sky

So when the stars burn out and God replaces the bulbs with a million watts

And throws the switch, sparks filament

Herding blue giants and flocks

I stand on my own two, aura illuminated in red

Showcasing the agony held within this welded spirit

Sacrificing itself for the health of a masochistic culture

Yearning for the truth that we speak, but refuse to hear it

[Hook]