歌曲 | Bent Life |
歌手 | Aesop Rock |
专辑 | Labor Days |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Aesop Rock | |
{Aesop Rock} | |
Yo I take 10 steps with a bedlamped vision | |
Study the disorders we've absorbed inside the village | |
I understand the plagues and shake hands with my grimace that remain up in my face like top to bottom train car fill ins | |
Lets question the ascension of a broken social icon in various domino affect | |
I'm blow this hex over the mission | |
Just to administer the indoor sucker punch toward its pitiful condition { | |
C-Rayz Walz} | |
With no alibi love is used as a guide by the civilized | |
Some see it as the body heat you feel when you close your eyes | |
That's so much of a lie, you can leave your hair dyed and scorch your roots | |
As the truth hits your ears begin to cry "Why Is It Like This!" | |
Why the **** do | |
I care? I don't have the answers, or at least the ones you want to hear | |
City lights look like bright groups of fire flies | |
Many see the truth (the proof) only when the liar dies | |
Tires screech to a halt, the ground cries | |
Spit sparks speak to the streets | |
The skid marks are replies | |
Read discussions of what we rode through entrenched in the vocals] | |
The hopeless stay hopeful (the toxic fumes choke you) | |
As I walk out my door, step into the pollution (I breathe in the problems) exhale solutions | |
Physically the situation's hard to stop | |
I had a wicked jump shot and sold crack rock on back blocks | |
Casualties in this apocalypse (street chronicle) abnormal abdominals (push-ups phenomenal) | |
Relaxin drinking my 6-pack maxing faxing my thoughts on the satellite, via | |
Donahue (push it) | |
Table talk, salt and pepper conversation | |
Integrated sectors, metropolis and mecca | |
It's a conspiracy (you know), | |
I can't lie dukes | |
Sometimes | |
I feel the rats got a better deal than | |
I do {Aesop | |
Rock}(Chorus) | |
It goes thieves, bandits, low lives, scum | |
Punks that buckle under the rumble of my drum | |
Steadily searching for something new under the sun | |
But its stagnant, act of development burst of madness | |
Thieves, bandits, low lives, scum | |
Punks that buckle under the rumble of my drum | |
Steadily searching for something new under the sun | |
But its hurtin, act of development first diversion { | |
C-Rayz Walz} | |
A new universe in ancient, so | |
I stay patient | |
In a gravel pit, travelin thoughts and ravelin, pacing | |
Embracing light of | |
America, and found a shade of darkness (underground) | |
The traincar used to be my apartment | |
Sick of people rushin in the doors before | |
I get out | |
Conductors closing the doors before | |
I get in, | |
I shout "The Biz is Coming, The Biz is Coming!" | |
Don't get worried now (We've been in a cold world!) | |
We just getting flurries now? { | |
Aesop Rock} | |
Yeah, its like slowww dooowwwn, | |
You're movin much to fast to bust through the finale fashioned glass | |
Its delicate demeanor and | |
I teach you how to hang | |
But we like 19 7 something 20 clicks outside | |
Danang (Theirs opinions) | |
I apologize for the faulty academics but they placed us in a miserable stasis | |
I let bygones be bygones | |
But tryin to see eye to eye with the faceless just aint working the way the manual paints it | |
See I soak in a blue note factory | |
While most cats hassle bandits lamping solo | |
And when the last red brick topples over the earth to intercept your crooked little mess | |
I can be found in a social coma directly to your left | |
Engaged in a conversation, a marvel with my breath | |
Regarding how to document the shady baby steps | |
I bounce checks like a modern man | |
Sleep with one eye open while the other two drift together specimens from the promise land | |
This for the thinkers | |
This for the urchins allergic to they own stingers | |
This for the absurd verdict linkers | |
This for that cat at my shows that's always got prophetic opinions but cant remember where his drink is | |
I'm wallowing, shrugging | |
I'm plugging your corporation | |
Cause we alley cats addicted to the sickly warped sensation | |
Answer this: when all that's said and done are you a memorable troop or just a lab rat on the run | |
Choose one { | |
Chorus} |
zuo ci : Aesop Rock | |
Aesop Rock | |
Yo I take 10 steps with a bedlamped vision | |
Study the disorders we' ve absorbed inside the village | |
I understand the plagues and shake hands with my grimace that remain up in my face like top to bottom train car fill ins | |
Lets question the ascension of a broken social icon in various domino affect | |
I' m blow this hex over the mission | |
Just to administer the indoor sucker punch toward its pitiful condition | |
CRayz Walz | |
With no alibi love is used as a guide by the civilized | |
Some see it as the body heat you feel when you close your eyes | |
That' s so much of a lie, you can leave your hair dyed and scorch your roots | |
As the truth hits your ears begin to cry " Why Is It Like This!" | |
Why the do | |
I care? I don' t have the answers, or at least the ones you want to hear | |
City lights look like bright groups of fire flies | |
Many see the truth the proof only when the liar dies | |
Tires screech to a halt, the ground cries | |
Spit sparks speak to the streets | |
The skid marks are replies | |
Read discussions of what we rode through entrenched in the vocals | |
The hopeless stay hopeful the toxic fumes choke you | |
As I walk out my door, step into the pollution I breathe in the problems exhale solutions | |
Physically the situation' s hard to stop | |
I had a wicked jump shot and sold crack rock on back blocks | |
Casualties in this apocalypse street chronicle abnormal abdominals pushups phenomenal | |
Relaxin drinking my 6pack maxing faxing my thoughts on the satellite, via | |
Donahue push it | |
Table talk, salt and pepper conversation | |
Integrated sectors, metropolis and mecca | |
It' s a conspiracy you know, | |
I can' t lie dukes | |
Sometimes | |
I feel the rats got a better deal than | |
I do Aesop | |
Rock Chorus | |
It goes thieves, bandits, low lives, scum | |
Punks that buckle under the rumble of my drum | |
Steadily searching for something new under the sun | |
But its stagnant, act of development burst of madness | |
Thieves, bandits, low lives, scum | |
Punks that buckle under the rumble of my drum | |
Steadily searching for something new under the sun | |
But its hurtin, act of development first diversion | |
CRayz Walz | |
A new universe in ancient, so | |
I stay patient | |
In a gravel pit, travelin thoughts and ravelin, pacing | |
Embracing light of | |
America, and found a shade of darkness underground | |
The traincar used to be my apartment | |
Sick of people rushin in the doors before | |
I get out | |
Conductors closing the doors before | |
I get in, | |
I shout " The Biz is Coming, The Biz is Coming!" | |
Don' t get worried now We' ve been in a cold world! | |
We just getting flurries now? | |
Aesop Rock | |
Yeah, its like slowww dooowwwn, | |
You' re movin much to fast to bust through the finale fashioned glass | |
Its delicate demeanor and | |
I teach you how to hang | |
But we like 19 7 something 20 clicks outside | |
Danang Theirs opinions | |
I apologize for the faulty academics but they placed us in a miserable stasis | |
I let bygones be bygones | |
But tryin to see eye to eye with the faceless just aint working the way the manual paints it | |
See I soak in a blue note factory | |
While most cats hassle bandits lamping solo | |
And when the last red brick topples over the earth to intercept your crooked little mess | |
I can be found in a social coma directly to your left | |
Engaged in a conversation, a marvel with my breath | |
Regarding how to document the shady baby steps | |
I bounce checks like a modern man | |
Sleep with one eye open while the other two drift together specimens from the promise land | |
This for the thinkers | |
This for the urchins allergic to they own stingers | |
This for the absurd verdict linkers | |
This for that cat at my shows that' s always got prophetic opinions but cant remember where his drink is | |
I' m wallowing, shrugging | |
I' m plugging your corporation | |
Cause we alley cats addicted to the sickly warped sensation | |
Answer this: when all that' s said and done are you a memorable troop or just a lab rat on the run | |
Choose one | |
Chorus |
zuò cí : Aesop Rock | |
Aesop Rock | |
Yo I take 10 steps with a bedlamped vision | |
Study the disorders we' ve absorbed inside the village | |
I understand the plagues and shake hands with my grimace that remain up in my face like top to bottom train car fill ins | |
Lets question the ascension of a broken social icon in various domino affect | |
I' m blow this hex over the mission | |
Just to administer the indoor sucker punch toward its pitiful condition | |
CRayz Walz | |
With no alibi love is used as a guide by the civilized | |
Some see it as the body heat you feel when you close your eyes | |
That' s so much of a lie, you can leave your hair dyed and scorch your roots | |
As the truth hits your ears begin to cry " Why Is It Like This!" | |
Why the do | |
I care? I don' t have the answers, or at least the ones you want to hear | |
City lights look like bright groups of fire flies | |
Many see the truth the proof only when the liar dies | |
Tires screech to a halt, the ground cries | |
Spit sparks speak to the streets | |
The skid marks are replies | |
Read discussions of what we rode through entrenched in the vocals | |
The hopeless stay hopeful the toxic fumes choke you | |
As I walk out my door, step into the pollution I breathe in the problems exhale solutions | |
Physically the situation' s hard to stop | |
I had a wicked jump shot and sold crack rock on back blocks | |
Casualties in this apocalypse street chronicle abnormal abdominals pushups phenomenal | |
Relaxin drinking my 6pack maxing faxing my thoughts on the satellite, via | |
Donahue push it | |
Table talk, salt and pepper conversation | |
Integrated sectors, metropolis and mecca | |
It' s a conspiracy you know, | |
I can' t lie dukes | |
Sometimes | |
I feel the rats got a better deal than | |
I do Aesop | |
Rock Chorus | |
It goes thieves, bandits, low lives, scum | |
Punks that buckle under the rumble of my drum | |
Steadily searching for something new under the sun | |
But its stagnant, act of development burst of madness | |
Thieves, bandits, low lives, scum | |
Punks that buckle under the rumble of my drum | |
Steadily searching for something new under the sun | |
But its hurtin, act of development first diversion | |
CRayz Walz | |
A new universe in ancient, so | |
I stay patient | |
In a gravel pit, travelin thoughts and ravelin, pacing | |
Embracing light of | |
America, and found a shade of darkness underground | |
The traincar used to be my apartment | |
Sick of people rushin in the doors before | |
I get out | |
Conductors closing the doors before | |
I get in, | |
I shout " The Biz is Coming, The Biz is Coming!" | |
Don' t get worried now We' ve been in a cold world! | |
We just getting flurries now? | |
Aesop Rock | |
Yeah, its like slowww dooowwwn, | |
You' re movin much to fast to bust through the finale fashioned glass | |
Its delicate demeanor and | |
I teach you how to hang | |
But we like 19 7 something 20 clicks outside | |
Danang Theirs opinions | |
I apologize for the faulty academics but they placed us in a miserable stasis | |
I let bygones be bygones | |
But tryin to see eye to eye with the faceless just aint working the way the manual paints it | |
See I soak in a blue note factory | |
While most cats hassle bandits lamping solo | |
And when the last red brick topples over the earth to intercept your crooked little mess | |
I can be found in a social coma directly to your left | |
Engaged in a conversation, a marvel with my breath | |
Regarding how to document the shady baby steps | |
I bounce checks like a modern man | |
Sleep with one eye open while the other two drift together specimens from the promise land | |
This for the thinkers | |
This for the urchins allergic to they own stingers | |
This for the absurd verdict linkers | |
This for that cat at my shows that' s always got prophetic opinions but cant remember where his drink is | |
I' m wallowing, shrugging | |
I' m plugging your corporation | |
Cause we alley cats addicted to the sickly warped sensation | |
Answer this: when all that' s said and done are you a memorable troop or just a lab rat on the run | |
Choose one | |
Chorus |