Abandon All Hope

Aesop Rock

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    Aesop Rock (Aesop Rock)... (x16)
    Is it love such as that which I exhibit for my practice
    The factor which then amalgamates the baits with straight-jackets and ROBES
    Huddled in brackets that blacken the average globe
    Xenophobe, loathe to modify the fly, feel this...
    I call the notch in my wall for every stall
    every fifth marks lance diagonal to symbolize your downfall
    Drunky peasants, honor the shifty mega-drawn presents
    Slug a bolt one ceremonies of merit turned blood sport (Uh)
    Voted hella high seas, I freeze your mega dumb company
    Pumpin' out wise beads like, fly sneak-attacks on dry leaves DUNCED
    Crooked rumors turn zoomers when rookies talkin'
    Bad seeds blossom the wookie walk, hawkin'
    Let a sucker drift, I lift up every stone prone to find
    the point I which repelent signals ultimately bind
    When a pack of style mimics, tea my brains target the cluster
    I advance clutchin' the mic like, bullied a knuckle duster
    And a scent, your riddles yield a little plastic blend
    f**k a badge, let 'em on five dancin' jig around the pig
    Figurin' year, I'll land a plane on leak stained trackers
    used in only the finest and post-modern terrain avers
    Once my breath is dispersed...
    My God, you think the heaven's touched the earth then
    Thirstin' a perch on a bursted curse
    But I don't, confide why to chose me
    Born, lasso down polaris, let the glow abuse me
    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 where yearning
    optics...
    Now someone's approached the robe, shaking like snow-globes
    Other sort 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 startin' marvel like me
    See, there's a time when... rhymin'...
    Paint combined can't even manage to tell what the swell is, like
    Picture your imagery embelished with the hellish aspects of the swans
    for lone facets
    Soul crafted fact cats, boroughin', left parential tennants discouraged in
    Discussin' my foresees and flourishing, Uh!
    Searching, perching, poetic lead poison
    Poised, imploised to leak a little bit of boisture on your pride
    I'm a, animated style machine in
    a veening faulty production fueled by nicotine suction
    From tux in my carnivore to vipers in my garner
    You flash identify violent gene of species and class start to chuckle
    Buckle the architecture til it fell through
    Kill the survivors that raised the death of shock value
    By the time the pending settlements fully negotiated (yeah I'll...)
    I'll have put a sonic youth to get myself situated
    So like sadly, my style spooks juveniles like Boone Radly
    Radically weak assume the colonel Kurtz in our platoon soon enough
    That's one bluff call, toughens the searcher
    Stuttering, emerging, gutter-urching, bursting
    I live for the moment of truth when Big Willy rapper
    ackgnowledges failure and states "Goddamn my sh*t is trash"
    "It's time to let go", the tin man bangin' upon his chest to hear the echo
    Heartless kid, hollow compartments
    Be we the people of the united, starving artistic
    Militia keep movin' in order to form a more perfect union
    I'm clueing into the poison panoramics brew the panic situations
    It f**ks a little with my briddle gift
    I tell myself "Stay" (Stay)... up high
    makin' my career of Sun and moon and star til they hand over the sky
    My de luxe is, fluxes, pivots to where the crux is
    Invade the town while village elders holler "Who the f**k's this?"
    He hip a cats, agravated trudge through the muds
    Quickin' ones, plots thicken like, coagulated blood
    Rugged serpentines climb, pebble the rock
    Let your pretty pink cloud nine expectations please you not
    I'm, Ae-f**kin'-sop Rock, might bizarro
    Propper 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...
    Abandon all hope yo, abandon all hope, it's like
    Abandon all hope yo, abandon all hope...

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    Composition: Michael Delaney

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