Take My Hand

[Verse 1: Swamburger]

Sounds as if you need a hand

Walking through the filler-iller of sorts

I hope you understand now

I am not the one to make sense of it all

I’m a tourist, guide walk along and take my hand

Welcome to the make up of new paths, fast fix ‘em

Direct another face value and put it to fruition

By the way of competition, when in perspective let's live

Come along, take my hand and

Place your thoughts on these feats to end an overcame dead win

Politic for policy, make my folly volley

Indeed I be your true blue, flawed laws from jolly jovial

Jabber Jaw sharks, who play cards, wink, wink

For fickle prick soldiers looking for spirit

Enlighten the tip, for me, over there, there

Turning tricks, sipping tip, you trip, telling musical hits

Like the ball to raise a new politics, holding fire for lobbyists

[Verse 2: Onry Ozzborn]

Little rude wig, Stimpy, stupid dumb

Go ahead take my hand, it detaches from the wrist

Now you’re holding it, amused with fun

More than a parlor trick that

Mannequin limb has real flesh to creep on those who chit-chat

For years to come about what we have showed them

(Going to be showing them)

Most of the trapeze ease into a flip; no net

Ocean voice that we use to calm you as we pull out the tent-top

Psycho-semantics accurate dismounted; no flop

Face-paint-asylum-junkies juggling laying with tigers

Contortionisties with their pasties remind you of spiders

Adam and Eve apples on sticks dipping the caramel

Carousel carnie intoxicated operating the scale (Molotov)

Marmalade Orlean's ornament life, like

Swam did it already, and I might, then Aes might

Give up a secret or two, about the cannon ball man

Never no hula hoop dude, only your illusion entranced

Just in the black light galloping goons

The clowns surround all your chillin platoon, I think you need room

Perhaps a moment of soak in what you have seen

Go ahead, let go of my hand, now this was no dream

[Verse 3: Aesop Rock]

You wanna see a trick?

Pick a death card, any death card bet

No Kevlar vest, no red heart left

Sound minds bound by ties unholy

Harvester of souls on line one holding

Can’t talk molting, ramparts high

Though his high seems low and the Nam draws neigh

Deemed unkind by his one time owned

Never green blood line do time in a hole

Climb it alive, sign is amiss, grime in the tiles

Cried fiddlesticks, Simon advise

I’m in a bind, hat low, back bones stringent

Aggro, drums like a black hole binging

Lunch at the cat post, dinner in a ditch

I sift through vics like mister Wu's pigs

Stack skulls like igloo bricks, neck beard, loose lips

Hang loose, dude, if the noose fits

Ears back flat, chattery pulled cavities

Hack, outta smattering adult faculties

Cooked in a cold opacity, mashers

You don’t wanna be who the passionate badger

Elaborately, come splash in the hazard

Dibs on the flask and the dagger after

And I probably sell the former, but I’m itching for the latter

Got initials that need etching in this anchor, thank ya