Aesop Rock - Take Me To The Basement Lyrics
let me count the holes in your foundationancient ridicule system alert, kissing my lurkthe perch of rare grimace on iron maski remember science classif chemistry could silence the lions laugh I'd be fine(i fail tah) molindone upadrenaline trades the leaves that walk the plankbefore the crimson struck a match this seasonmeridian carpal will jolt your logicwhen the burn earned its self normalcy for 20 plusrun amok or sink, swims not an optionshe applied the lipstick slowslow enough for me to bask infast enough for me to wish it lastedpast my alarms cacklingthe front line of its mystique's geekdoubled my proposals,bargainsfor the ogers who prefer the roller coasters(i prefer the roller coasters)well that'll sip the blood of merry menthat'll grace holiday carols when the merry endsbarrel past the auto craft, exhale into final raftand pirate your local rain puddle torturoustry to shake pilot fish off your dorsal finlets dive through the archives, synax on frantic ?stamp it with a noteable brand to reek the profitsee i don't know hell but I've read about it oftensounds like a dope concept gone wrong(note to caution)Take Me to the basementlets zoom into that war paint sensationTake Me to the basementlets dis-sable the cause rotationsayin, if you choose to build or you'll die by the tools you build withso make some noise for all your predecessors reppin dirty grill-ageTake Me to the basementlets deny the nervous rooms of pacinTake Me to the basementlets review the hearts ramificationssayin, if you choose to build or you'll die by the tools you build withso make some noise for all your predecessors reppin sturdy grill-ageTake me to the basementlets remove the costume you escaped inhold up your legacies,I'll tell you which ones my favoritehold up your elacerative innocenceI'll teach you about the perks of patience in seminar formatI've worn that hat for seven yearsthat's why its discolored,ragged and shittyi ain't about to toss when its been through all these dream wars with meima undercover profit,thrift shop godi rather starve then sit inside this gridlock till it partsthis tailor made rutiny ain't suitin meit's tied around my neck like 13 loops rafter an apple boxheartless harvest of mine,I'm tired of pissin benedictionmaybe it ain't healthy,but sometimes i rather burn then let you help meit's getting brisk, brisk as f**kmy skin ain't thick enough ,these icicles ain't civilhow many freezer burn victims can one society on tilt manufactureprior to hire,being intervening just to release last laughterand every tree trunks made of third rails with tourniquet branchesand i learned to walk with an anchor in my back pocketand man i read palms during even the most brief handshakesand man i ain't alive to pull the weeds around the spotlitwell I'm wallowin, followin my little lost princess to the promise landhollerin my potent slogan,hell if Nostradamus canconquering these open roads with throttle pin to floorcause Ima win right after i finish these choresTake Me to the basementlets zoom into that war paint sensationTake Me to the basementlets dissable the cause rotationsayin, if you choose to build or you'll die by the tools you build withso make some noise for all your predecessors reppin sturdy grillageTake Me to the basementlets deny the nervous rooms of pacinTake Me to the basementlets review the hearts ramificationssayin, if you choose to build or you'll die by the tools you build withso make some noise for all your predecessors reppin sturdy grillageTake Me to the basement
