Aesop Rock - Shovel Lyrics
I dont shrug instead of the ramifications of my shovelLovin the consequences of uprooting the jungleIm huggin the cyclo Gemini stooped contenders from viewin the puzzleI dont budge the motives encased inside the gauntlets hung in quotas X2My kitchen sink leaks like your itching to speak a secretbout the world spins yet nobodys pledged allegiance and why?His beaming smile knew a private agony that burnsAnd when the children met divinity I sat to watch the mergeIt goes pandemonium liveYall mutha *****ers stand up volunteer tantrums while your playin summin vividPlay your sympathy card till the misery clashAnd a basket case is in a classless matrix with elastic stitchesRaggin a bag of lonely poem remnantsShort of breath like youre short of freshYoure a portable messCarpetbagger spearheading tear peddeling pretentious art critics, orphansTrying to dismiss those pioneering their fortunesYoure a spectaclePushin for pedagogue lacin up paper weights walkin on stilts talkingYou touched the hand of God and Im likeWhat are all these evils that plagued the hearts of man by sweet talking border patrol until they fold and let them inYou got your life in a basket before you could say instant classicLike the king of the mountain requires a boostIll bury the hook in my belly just to volunteer at live aid clinicsFor the thrill of 9 great mimics with 18 bloody lips, spittinBeanstalk, chalking outlines before figures flyWalking uphill trying to get downProminent ghost town litigate battle pitch darkness when the light switch hits the *artistry* circuit board breakerService in the greater half of natureSee money go wild shook when the exploitation incubated lovelyWarmingly *piggy leader* colony to comfortNumb enough to deny the sin pins and evil needles even puncturedTill he wont define his turne and can still functionI dont shrug instead of the ramifications of my shovelLovin the consequences of uprooting the jungleIm huggin the cyclo Gemini stooped contenders from viewin the puzzleI dont budge the motives encased inside the gauntlets hung in quotas X2Burn burn em mostlyStuck unplucking plumage out the poultrySoaking in bulk on a sofa with ductape upholsteryDirty doc stellar space medicStoned by the commoners for glowingPsuedo bloaters * buy them beats till bloated*Happy trail hitchhikers guide to spanning oblivionComplete with a thankless 9-5 chapterYou can sign your life after the factsWicked soldiers pickin with buddy system logistic motors like Noahs ark ticket holders, pivotAll in a days breathI guessSandman hit up or shatter a day when television run over baboon heart transplantsSketching a glass partially empty till their hand crampsWith a iceman dance (?) and stand with a (?)But maybe I doYeah yeah maybe its all over, maybe I won the game before the machine ate my quarterI mean absorbing attention's a mustYou dont wanna be overlookedYeah but you dont wanna be looked over too muchOne up for the dashed hopes of fifty fishermen who crashed boatsand the angels who never hit a bad note when harmonisingIm an armour plated farmerIm an archer rising with a drawn bow for the karma where the bulls eye clings and arguesDense, spreads like new names at the writers benchEither you drink it or sink it, coz there aint no sitting on the fenceYou make me chuckle child, its hells kitchen now, missRecognize your life is merely bait for bigger fishI dont shrug instead of the ramifications of my shovelLovin the consequences of uprooting the jungleIm huggin the cyclo Gemini stooped contenders from viewin the puzzleI dont budge the motives encased inside the gauntlets hung in quotas X4Encased inside the gauntlets hung in quotas X2
