Save Yourself

[Intro: KRS-One]

"Chill with that ill behavior!"

"Chill with that ill, ill behavior!"

[Verse 1]

Pull the pin out, sheep creep in wolf garb

Fronted by the Hail Mary parry lunge mix

Kill the populace for stability, jeopardy's a stickler

It's bob and weave amalgam played the falcon to your fixture

I branch out, arms flailing backwards

Whaling upon a tidy sound circuit (Uh), slightly foul Gershwin

With a bed of nails and drum lust, plus disgusting service

Working in shifts opposite the asbestos brain furnace

I be the now observatory: eye, ear, antenna feeler

Spitting like a dragon with a similar demeanor

Stood innocent bystand, witness the die-hard fans turn Rip Van

In the poppy fields of N.Y.'s orchestrated brick gauntlet

Now I'm thinking, "Who am I?" Jabberwocky Superfly, bent left

Pushing war without the ten step cushion, and what? (What?)

I plan to hold this B-positive sacred in these golden veins

Until the day I die from grimace overload

It's shock (It's shock)

Treatment offered by the weekend

Dystopia getaway, let's display the sequence, it goes:

One for the heartless thievery turning my guardian angel harpless

And the rest to sweep the mess under the carpet (Under the carpet)

I drag a yellow taxi meter

Behind every measure and charge cats for labeling me shepherd

"That'll be 6.50 plus tip, darling

I take cash, credit, check, money-order, gold and cigarette cartons" (Uh)

Got caught up in the universe trying to zoom in on stardom

Forgot the passion plus the hatred, both were based in Carbon

Next time you wanna be a hero, try saving something other than hip-hop

And maybe hip-hop'll save you from the pit-stop

Kill 'em all, yield

(Naw, man, it wasn't me it was Holden Caulfield, brother

I just read and pulled the trigger)

Oh God, well leave me to tiptoe past the pearly gates

Capture the halo, jet back to base, step

Fast to chase the bad taste of jet lag and waste slackers

There ain't nothing broken, where you at?

The pistons pump perfect, where you at?

The bass tone is Merlin, where you at?

The services of urgent working surgeons

Purging formulas looking for an improper cause is whack

[Hook]

What are you saving, honestly? (Honestly, honestly)

What are you saving, honestly? (Honestly, no honestly)

What are you saving, honestly? (Damn)

Promise me you gon' shut the fuck up and recognize

What you holdin ain't really broken (It's like that)

What are you saving, honestly? (Honestly, honestly)

What are you saving, honestly? (Honestly, no honestly)

What are you saving, honestly? (Damn)

Promise me you gon' shut the fuck up and recognize

What you holdin ain't really broken

[Interlude]

I don't flick needles like my sick friend

I don't march like Beetle Bailey through a quick trend

I don't frequent church's steeples on my weekend

And I don't comment if you formulate a weak Zen

All I ever really wanted was a getaway

I'mma take a chance by letting a rook slide forward out of my hands

I cannot agree to follow a leader along a borderline

Of war without a reason for the "ready, aim, score."

Bring out your dead, we can put 'em in a pile

And burn 'em with the novels for the kiddies to admire

Kill the ones that speak from a different life brew?

I'd rather kill the noisemaker that separated the two

[Verse 2]

Okay, welcome to the Kamikaze bottle rocket cockpit

Live by the icy cold hand of bad intention youth blender

Oh, yeah, I'll let God warm the bench for now

But I'll ascend to spin y'all dizzy

(And for the record I'm bringing my TV with me)

It goes: let the commoners speak publicly

Then disperse eye jammies for cats that swear by third pupil

But can't see past the loophole

Motherfucker, my word is born like Siamese triplets

With doctor, lawyer, rocket scientist promise

(Let 'em grow leisurely)

Hey Mom, I'mma fix whatever I broke along this path

Once my spiel's perfected, I'mma save you a seat in the front row

Of Aesop Rock's twelve steps to shut the fuck up seminar

And when all these bickering crowds turn silent you gon' be proud

I tack hacks to the (backboard)

Honesty's a (patchcord)

Fury's far from (obsolete)

Serenity's a (crack whore)

Raw caricature of mayhem standard, branded by the labor

With a thousand reasons to end this for every one of you saviors

Saw the brightest burst ironically wandering the vacant stage

Gave it a pound for burning where bunk ratio's engaged

Keep me posted as to when you grasp something mature to

Sit and sulk about mister, and I'll consider picking up your record

[Hook]

What are you saving, honestly? (Honestly, honestly)

What are you saving, honestly? (Honestly, honestly)

What are you saving, honestly? (Damn)

Promise me you gon' shut the fuck up and recognize

What you holdin ain't really broken

What are you saving (What?), honestly? (Honestly, honestly)

What are you saving (What?), honestly? (Honestly, honestly)

What are you saving, honestly? (Damn)

Promise me you gon' shut the fuck up and recognize

What you holdin ain't really broken

[Outro]

The Orphanage, they ain't got nothin' to save

The Overground, man they ain't got nothin' to save

Def Jux, they ain't got nothin' to save

The Atoms Family, they ain't got nothin' to save

Weightless, they ain't got nothin' to save

Stronghold, man, they ain't got nothin' to save

Rhymesayers, baby, they ain't got nothin' to save

Aesop Rock, I ain't got nothin' to save

It's like that...