One Brick

[Verse 1: Aesop Rock] I start my city with a brick (one brick) Then add another brick (two bricks) Brick by brick I manufacture homes for fallen angels I ain't no great Samaritan, that's just the way the game goes Respect the polars but acknowledge middle-value rainbows My snout turned up from dream factory eyelids Slinging bottled prosperity for the kamikaze colonels Yeah rocks the match that burned his Nazi journals And plotting verticals amidst blatantly horizontal Models then swallowed by famished potholes And I'm tired, tied up on these functions Killer cotton candy clouds and huckleberry justice league Another knuckle dragger dungeon breed Run, breathe, sit, bellow Wild Aes scream through your style to hear the echo Aight then, flinch for the great granddaddy payback When Little Billy bought a tugboat Now he thinks he's Captain Ahab Fascist, it takes more than peg legs, birds and eye patches Learn that lesson you'll be swashbuckling with the best of them Wonder why you wept over spilled milk and got your crayons wet The room reeks of a thousand bayonets I'll fission vision with a lie longer than your most walked meridian Connecting life with that little species of idiots We've now officially scraped barrel bottom Aesop Rock, an apple to the core but y'all ignored him I know a planet made of porcelain And once I get tired of holding this gavel up Y'all prayer circles met him up born again I ain't too good for tap water Play taps out of order for a ballad, corpse a dead man walking You can lead a man to a city, but that don't assure civility You can beat a man to death with Aesop Rock bootleg CD's (That's more fun anyway) Some cats float, some cats don't I speak in Fahrenheit and burn off coal and lyric Diss blatant harassment, spit honor, whistle fearless Don't dismiss the billy goat appearance for that common sheep [Aesop and Illogic overlapping each other] [Hook: Aesop Rock] Platforms have been erected Effigies built Slogans coined, songs have been written Rumors have been circulated Autographs faked The hourglass smashed and didn't leave me an escape Moving boxes have been worn out Mantelpieces dusted Idols idolized, the sands have been shifted Curtains have been closed Sleepers all waked The hourglass smashed and didn't leave me an escape [Hook: Illogic] Now with my trusty paperclip I pick locks of thoughts vault Finding the garden barren The harvest fruitless Only the tree of life flourishing Wanting to take a bite but I'm toothless Is that predestination or is it by design? That I'm trapped in time sand Show radio mission control but for my rhymes Man because I can like aluminium And I recycle my consciousness This is just a note For any action or lack thereof there's a consequence [Verse 2: Illogic] Wingless angels Stroll a top shapeless cotton balls With halos in your syringe Celestial ground is found, broken Exposing a bottomless depth where heartless spines awake to devour the small piece of your soul that's left You're immersed in sound, floating Aimless destination Drop anchor to gain stability Stare out potions, restrain fertility Pedestal talk is a token soaked in pockets where lives' topics lack conceptual, ridicule The night breathes, but light's choking Darkness occupies the throne where poems are persecuted The purity at time diluted Rhymes are executed for genre, I'm told When has beens attempt to cause heat to rise and wonder why they're trapped in cold Life's an origami box and I'm hidden within the fold So when the yarn unravels I won't be caught by surprise And as society's fabric of orthodoxies dismantle I'll see you embracing the pentagram within this crucifix disguise See, when the canvas stands before me I'm compelled to spill a vision For the sinners that listen: I got three spikes and a thorn crown It seems I need a new soul because mine is worn down But from the pregnancy of my hardship was born style Still my pen bleeds and stains the paper with thought Finding me lost among statues of mainstream idols Drowning in melted ice, to reinforce that breath is vital If your father and his father were fish out of water you must break the cycle How many times must a plant be uprooted, for it to die? When it's smothered with lies that abolish the potency of the sky So when the stars burn out and God replaces the bulbs with a million watts And throws the switch, sparks filament Herding blue giants and flocks I stand on my own two, aura illuminated in red Showcasing the agony held within this welded spirit Sacrificing itself for the health of a masochistic culture Yearning for the truth that we speak, but refuse to hear it [Hook]