One Brick

[Aesop Rock]<br>I start my city with a brick (one brick)<br>Then add another brick (two bricks)<br>Brick by brick, I manufacture homes for fallen angels<br>I ain`t no great Samaritan, that`s just the way the game goes<br>Respect the polars but acknowlege middle-value rainbows<br>My snout turned up from dream factory eyelids<br>Slingin bottled prosperity for the kamikaze colonels<br>Yeah rocks the match that burned the Nazi journals<br>And plottin verticals amidst blatantlly horizontal<br>Models then swallowed by famished potholes<br>And I`m tired<br>Tied up on these functions<br>Killer cottoncandy clouds and huckleberry justice league<br>Another knuckle-dragger dungeon breed<br>Run, breathe, sit, bellow<br>Wild Aes scream through your style to hear the echo<br>Aight then, flinch for the great granddaddy payback<br>When Little Billy bought a Tugboat<br>Now he thinks he`s Captain Ahab<br>Facist takes for the pegleg`s birds and eyepatches<br>Learn that lesson, you`ll be swashbuckling with the best of them<br>Wonder why you wept over spilled milk<br>And got your crayons wet, the room reaks of a thousand bayonettes<br>I`ll fision vision with a lie longer than your most walked meridian<br>Connecting life with that little species of midians<br>We`ve now officially scraped barrel bottom<br>Aesop Rock an Apple to the core but ya`ll ignored him<br>I know a planet made of porcelain<br>And once I get tired of holding this gavel up<br>Ya`ll prayer circles met him up born again<br>I ain`t too good for tap water<br>Play "Taps" out of order<br>For a ballad, corpse a dead man walkin<br>You can lead a man to a city but that don`t assure civility<br>You can beat a man to death with Aesop Rock bootleg cd`s <br>(That`s more fun anyway)<br>Some cats Float, some cats don`t<br>I speak in Farenheit and burn off colon lyric<br>Diss blatant harassment, spit honor, whistle fearless<br>Don`t dismiss the billygoat appearance for that common sheep<br><br>Chorus*Aesop overlapping Illogic, fading in and out of each other*<br>[Aesop Rock]<br>Platforms have been erected<br>Effigies built<br>Slogans coined, songs have been written<br>Rumors have been circulated<br>Autographs faked<br>The hourglass smashed and didn`t leave me an escape<br>Moving boxes have been worn out<br>Mantlepieces dusted<br>Idols idolized, the sands have been shifted<br>Curtains have been closed<br>Sleepers all waked<br>The hourglass smashed and didn`t leave me an escape<br><br>[Illogic] *overlapping Aesop, fading in and out*<br>Now with my trusty paperclip<br>I picked locks of thoughts vault<br>Finding the God in barren<br>The harvest fruitless<br>Only the Tree of Life flourishing<br>Wanting to take a bite but I`m toothless<br>Is that, predestination or is it by design?<br>That I`m trapped in time sand<br>Show radio mission control but for my rhymes<br>Man cuz I can like aluminum<br>And I recycle my consciousness<br>This is just a note<br>For any action or lack thereof as a consequence<br><br>[Illogic]<br>Wingless angels<br>Stroll a top shapeless cottonballs<br>With halos in your syringe<br>Celestial ground is found broken<br>Exposing a bottomless depth<br>Where heartless spines awake to devour<br>The small piece of your soul that`s left<br>You`re immersed in sound floating<br>Aimless destination<br>Drop anchor to gain stability<br>Stare out potions, restrain fertility<br>Pedestal talk is a token<br>Soaked in pockets with lives, topics, lack conceptual, ridicule<br>The night breathes but light`s choking<br>Darkness occupies the throne<br>Where poems are persecuted<br>The purity at times dilluted<br>Rhymes are executed<br>For genre I`m told when has-beens attempt<br>To cause heat to rise and wonder why they`re trapped in cold<br>Life`s an oragmi box and I`m hidden within the fold<br>So when the yarn unravels, I won`t be caught by surprise<br>And as society`s fabric of orthodoxes dismantle<br>I`ll see you embracing the pentagram within this crucifix disguise<br>See when the canvas stands before me<br>I`m compelled to spill a vision<br>For the sinners that listen, I got three spikes and a thorned crowns<br>It seems I need a new soul cuz mine is worn down<br>But from the pregance of my hardship was born style<br>Still my pen bleeds and stains the paper with thought<br>Finding me lost among statues and mainstream idols<br>Browning in melted ice to reinforce that breath is vital<br>If your father and his father were fish out of water<br>You must break the cycle<br>How many times must a plant be uprooted for it to die?<br>When it`s smothered with lies that abolish the potency of the sky<br>So when the stars burn out and God replaces the bulbs <br>With a million watts<br>And throws the switch, sparks filament<br>Hurting new giants and flocks<br>I stand my own two aura illuminated in red<br>Showcasing the agony held within this welded spirit<br>Sacrificing itself for the health of a masocistic culture<br>Yearning for the truth that we speak but refuse to hear it<br><br>Chorus