Aesop Rock - Drawbridge (feat. Dose One) Lyrics
[Aesop Rock and Dose One] This is not your ordinary ballad With a perfect little bow around the middle And a black man on a white horse Or a white man on a black horse It's got all these tired parts where We don't even sing at random Princess, raise the drawbridge We don't serve your kind It ends where it begins And the beginning isn't pretty Can't forget that not-so-perfect Bow around the middle ('round the middle, 'round the middle...) Har-bour (???) [said like har-bow?] And it goes a little something like this.. [Aesop Rock] New walk in a broken sole (???), pedigree incessant Got (Gut?) the cruddy (???) frame The zealots enveloped inside the belly of the blame Cut-throats the result of pope jokes soaked in poacher constants And now the jewel emits cold, wander prominent.. honour (honour) I bought up silkworms by the bucket like starter kits So you first bought a stitch Joined damaged mammoth brigading caper Nurse the tantrum with a fantasy chaser I keep the spare wings strapped to my fuses In case the hackers snatch the plumage [Dose One] So you mean these things are worth money Now drifting off This is the who-you-calling-homeless Mock me fearful Twisted ???? ???? and I got front row seats at the d-d-d-d-dead concert And you're in it, Ichabod (???) Running out of most (???) from the Alamo (???) we're moseying My kind of people ???? ???? ???? ???? moseying (???) With my eyes patched ???? ???? ???? universe So I back it and gave my verdict (???) ???? ???? ???? ???? [Aesop Rock] Oh it'll be soon (real soon) ???? ???? immune to doom blends I eat ditch (???) in the kitchen 'til every spoon bends A glance along tomorrow, sorry Looking not at hopefuls (???), where's the raindance My little flint never dreamed would flood unpotable See I sanitize nothing for the sake of contemporary taste Contemporary taste made my lip drop in the first place (incoming) Hmm, yo why not be a czar, analyze fallen heroics Recognize root of the worship, search and hold it Who put the fun in dysfunctional? I.. Chronicle sun combustible, donkey-punching pinholes In uncomfortables and conjunctionals for good (good) Dr-rink up, slop a goblet of dirt wine (???), I nurse a single application of introvert, serpentine [Dose One] Now a sunset without a scrape of red an-an-and plastic bag Now sunk around his head (???) sick-sick-sick-sick... (???) ???? ???? ???? The sickness likeness in the roofer's eyes and his alone And nothing terrible happened to the bag ???? ???? ???? ???? ????... And brought on out... And clouds... The hiss cuts out... (???) Suppose it's noise... And the piano... And the window frrraame... (???) Sky and dirt that's fresh... kept From where I'm going... holy other Holy other, holy other, holy other... [Aesop Rock] B-B-B-B-B-But I've got charcoals in my heart, I've got charcoals in my heart I've got charcoals by the armfuls that burn my armor apart I've got charcoals in my heart, but I've got charcoals in my heart I've got charcoals by the armfuls that burn my armor apart [Dose One] And before, when I said 'Shut the ***** up, it's none of your business' That was to be in vain You shoulda locked that up when you're all finished Finished yet? Now uhm... I usually finish this number with uh... my skull up (???) [Aesop Rock] Everybody rally around the novel burners, spit, murder the matches Where the junkies trade diseases and the gullible trade passions Then the masses wanna lean on me like 'O Captain, my Captain' Not considering maybe this oarman hosts orbit attachments... [Dose One] Button, button, who's got the button (???) Take my name, please... Button, button, who's got the button (???) Leaks the little checker-men made out of lightning in my ???? Oh, you like to help with goats (?!?) see what I got in this here locket [Aesop Rock and Dose One] This is not your ordinary ballad With a perfect little bow around the middle And a black man on a white horse Or a white man on a black horse And I can't forget the not-so-perfect bow around the middle Har-bour (???)
