Sick Friend

[Intro - Orson Welles] Thou mayest indeed Tune onto the forbidden channel And see it like it is baby *Record Scratch in* Who shall be our champion? What manner of channel beholdest thou Shall it fall on me? Deceit, deceit, deceit *Record Scratch out* "Getting dusty in the cellar" [Verse 1 - Aesop Rock] Yo I always think about my sick friend Stringing a ring around my wit's end Thirteen loops later his feet hung inches out the pig pen Motley day goblins brought up pillage to pass the stillness With bad javelin tip dipped inside barrel black magic brilliance Who rose at the tomb of the Unknown Soldier? To capture the fascist fragment choreographed in traffic dancing for nickels Hooked like sickle cells to the principles of comradery One hope distortion odyssey sputters itself to my how not example sample Divvy the bread crust while considering the littering I don't pity the head rush or the whimpering, spill Anchor to rock bottom, rocks bottom packs a ravenous catalyst Sprung alacritive, leashed by the carnal tirade I choked when the cage bird sings it stings Springs me up delirium to stitch the clipped wings I sink instinctively brinked through while clinging the shrieking souls Mourning the death of annal logs /analogs and quality control Quality control, stand still string up the banner From the beehive to the anthill; rag dummy Incorporate the unison of Vikings Ship Rowers PLUS the perfection Of the twice the Birds with half the Stone Throwers, speak your assessment My communicative hindrance pleads the needs Of a billion hungry victims gripped by the hell that's left to splinters Shiving up the mass of natives and it's league marvels One component's sure to shock a mass burial, breeze Broken penny bank fragments float up at staggered seas Dirty work plus applicants with chatter box disease Iron bandit, give them the stars, the head balloons and rubies Asked for many moons and I can't stand it any more (Orson Welles) Is that how I feel when I sling? And the regulars were so amazed *Record Scratch in* I'm the mightiest slinger of them all! There is a time for war and a time for peace And a time to run and a time to split *Record Scratch out* "Getting dusty in the cellar" [Verse 2 - Aesop Rock] I run a funny race, malnourished monarchs and loopy admirals Where 99.9% swear by their broken axles I built boats of a pack rat bats of bully club swung Post utility inhalants nail it to stability and sail it Lopsided starboard bow, crooked mass makeshift Patching holes with chewing gum and sticking sail to dirty bases Observe me sitting with my eyes tied to the clock, Cause I know that once that wind kicks up you and your motors left rope to the dock And it's the, art of clarity married to slender extension Of blue sky over happy neighborhood String on my ring has left me dancing like wooden dummies in a paper nature Merry etiquette is a door nail, Friends is little brittle dolls of paper In assembly, I tremble with a crocodile smile Hiding a fish out of water complex provided upon entry Now if I, were to fall to speeds To levigate the game plan, would you honestly impede? I mean I guess, I can just divorce me from the rest And blame my chemical imbalance for the fact I've made a mess But my loyalty supply hints on which inkling I should run with And I'm thinking that damn town crier's about to fill this here bucket It's that, grand precious that precious that part of you wants to touch And part of you just wants to sit and be impressed with Tainted agony induct in barnacle attachments Mood swinging upon the barnstorm with perpendicular traffic Spread, Circa 4000 circuitry burns cicada wings Above alkadiene Townsman spoon-fed the shadow I'm tired of being wired into the thief ratio It's gnawing a hole through my scheme so I leave (know what I mean?) [Outro - Unknown man] It is the molotov cocktail hour Haven't I brought you blessings without number? *Record Scratch in* They have plenty of nothing and nothing is plenty for them Yea I've never had it so good *Record Scratch out* "Getting dusty in the cellar" x3