[Intro - Unknown man]
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Thou mayest indeed
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Tune onto the forbidden channel
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And see it like it is baby
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*Record Scratch in*
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You should be a champion
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Never fall on me
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Deceit, deceit, deceit
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*Record Scratch out*
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"Getting dusty in the cellar"
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[Verse 1 - Aesop Rock]
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Yo
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I was thinking about my sick friend
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Stringing a ring around my wit¡¯s end
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13 loops later his feet hung inches out the pig pen
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Motley day goblins brought him pillage to pass the stillness
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With bad javelin tip dipped inside barreled black magic brilliance
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Who rose out the tomb of the Unknown Soldier?
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To capture the fascist fragment choreographed in traffic dancing for nickels
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Hooked like sickle cells to the principles of commraderie
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One hope distortion odyssey sputters itself to my how not example sample
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Give me the bread crust while considering the littering
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I don¡¯t pity the head rush or the whimpering, spill
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Anchor to rock bottom, rocks bottom packs a ravenous catalyst
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Sprung arachnid, leashed by the carnal tireme
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I choked when the cage bird sings it stings
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Springs me out delirium to stitch them clipped wings
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I sink instinctively brinked while theyre clinging the shrieking souls
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Mourning the death of fallen ideologues to quality control
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Quality control, stand still string up the banner
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From the beehive to the anthill; rag dummy
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Incorporate the unison of Vikings ship throwers plus the perfection
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Of the twice to burn with half the stone throwers, speak your assessments
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My communicative hinderance pleads the needs
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Of a billion hungry victims gripped by the hell that¡¯s slipped to splinters and
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got Shiving up the mass of natives and it¡¯s league marvels
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One component¡¯s sure to shock a mass burial, breeze
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Broken penny bank fragments float up at stagnant seas
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Dirty work plus applicants with chatter box disease
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Iron bandit, give them the stars, the head balloons and rubies
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Asked for many moons and I can¡¯t stand it any more
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[Unknown man]
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This is how I feel that I sling
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And the regulars were so amazed
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*Record Scratch in*
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I'm the mightiest slinger of them all!
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There is a time for war and a time for peace
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And a time to run and a time to split
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*Record Scratch out*
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"Getting dusty in the cellar"
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[Verse 2 - Aesop Rock]
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I don¡¯t run a funny race, malnourished monarchs and loopy admirals
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Where 99.9% swear by their broken axels
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I built boats of a pack rat bats of bully club swung
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Post utility inhalants nail it to stability and sail it
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Lopsided Star bird bow crooked mass makeshift
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Patching holes with chewing gum and stitching sail to thirsty faces
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Observe me sitting with my eyes tied to the clock, ¡®Cause
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I know that once that wind kicks up you and your motors left roped to the dock
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And it¡¯s the, art of clarity married to slender extension
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Of blue sky of a happy neighborhood
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String on my ring has left me dancing like wooden dummies in a paper nature
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Merry etiquette's a door nail, Friends is little brittle dolls of paper
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In assembly, I tremble with a crocodile smile
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Hiding a fish out of water complex provided upon entry
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Now if I, were to, hold to speed
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To levigate the game plan, would you honestly impede
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I mean I guess, I can just divorce me from the rest
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And blame my chemical imbalance for the fact I¡¯ve made a mess
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But my loyalty supply hints on which inklings I should run with
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And I¡¯m thinking that damn town prior¡¯s about to fill this here bucket
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It¡¯s that, grand precious that precious that part of you wants to touch
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And part of you just wants to sit and be impressed with
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Tainted agony induct in barnacle attachments
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Mood swinging upon the barnstorm to perpendicular traffic
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Spread, circle 4,000 circuits you burn to cater wings
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Above alkadiene Townsman spoon-fed the shadow
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I¡¯m tired of being wired into the thief ratio
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It¡¯s gnawing a hole through my scheme so I leave (know what I mean?)
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[Outro - Unknown man]
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It is the molotov cocktail hour
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Have I not brought you blessings without number?
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*Record Scratch in*
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They have plenty of nothing and not |