Labor Days

[Aesop Rock]<br>Zoom in to the fuming of an aggravated breed<br>Via the study of post-adolesent agitated seeds<br>Half the patients wasted self pride at Commencement<br>So I focus on the urban Oxygen samples, the hot that made it breathe<br>They sold Pompeii impression, waste infections<br>And twelve steps to lesson<br>Cretins swiftly tippy toe on hard to swallow, barter concepts<br>The give-it get-it, never let it self pass the word, eyeing stubborness<br>Martyrs talks money causes in a harvesting Spartacus<br>And someone, I`ve thrown long Hail Mary bombs<br>Toward cookie-cutter Mother Natures bedazzled synthetic fabrics<br>Life treats the peasants like <br>They tried to fuck his woman while he slept inside<br>Well they`re merely chasing perfectionist emblems<br>When the clock strikes nine<br>I`ll be waking with the best of routine caffiene team players <br>For the cycle of it<br>Under a dusted angel heartstring Big Brother is watching<br>My odometer like buzzard to fallen elk, talking stealth<br>We got babies, rubber stamps, and briefcase parts<br>We on some door-to-door now<br>Order ten dollars or more, we`ll shove it down your throat for free<br>I`ll sacrifice my inborn tendencies<br>For copper pennies for one commanding "Gimme that"<br>So we can retain baby fat<br>Make the biter snake bedlam<br>Holocaust freak, heckle shiesty brain headroom shaped planet<br>Make a move, pause, make a move break cannon<br>Bent barrel one eight zero, you`ll turn, squeeze, ending<br>It`s on like it`s never been<br>It`s bleeding well<br>It`s bigger than a breadbox<br>It can roast my leaky finance<br>I`ll take my seat atop the Brooklyn Bridge<br>With a Coke and a bag of chips<br>To watch a thousand lemmings plummet just because<br>The first one slipped<br>Sometimes I laugh at victory, kissing these little question marks<br>I tend to underestimate my average<br>Just another bastard savage<br>Someday you`ll all eat out of my cold hand<br>Cuz every dog has its day<br>At which point, I`ll pull it away<br><br>Now we the American working population<br>Hate the fact that eight hours a day<br>Is wasted on chasing the dream of someone that isn`t us<br>And we may not hate our jobs<br>But we hate jobs in general <br>That don`t have to do with fighting our own causes<br>We the American working population<br>Hate the nine-to-five day-in day-out<br>When we`d rather be supporting ourselves<br>By being paid to perfect the pasttimes <br>That we have harbored based solely on the fact<br>That it makes us smile if it sounds dope<br><br>[Aesop Rock]<br>It`s the year of the silkworm<br>Everything I built burned yesterday<br>Let`s display the purpose that these stilts serve<br>Elevate the spreading of the silk germ<br>Trying to weave a web but all that I believe in is dead<br>Nah brother, it`s the year of the jackal<br>Saddle up on high horse<br>My torch forced Polaris embarrassed<br>Shackle up the hassle by the dooming legend marriage <br>I bought some new sneakers<br>I just hope my legacy matches<br>It`s the year of the landshark<br>Dry as sand, parched, damn get these men some water<br>They`re out there being slaughtered<br>In meaningless wars so you don`t have to bother<br>And can sit and soak the idiotbox trying to fuck their daughters<br>Man it`s the year of the Orphan<br>Seated adjacent to the firefly circling the torches on your porches<br>Trying to guard the fortress of a king they`ve never seen or met<br>But all are trained to murder at the first sign of a threat<br>Maybe it`s the year of the waterbug<br>Cockroach utter thug specimen<br>Your response, dreaming of your next of kin<br>I`m still dealing with this mess I`m in <br>I`ve been the object of your ridicule<br>You`ve been a bitch lieutenant<br>God it`s the year of the underpaid employee<br>Spitting forty plus a week <br>And trying to rape earth on my off time<br>You bought dizzy, I can`t keep myself busy enough<br>So you can run run run<br>And I`ma let you think you won<br>EVERYBODY!<br><br>We the American working population<br>Hate the fact that eight hours a day<br>Is wasted on chasing the dream of someone that isn`t us