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Aesop Rock

Genres: Hip-Hop

Hold The Cup Lyrics - Aesop Rock

Verse One: 

 

And the saints come marching in 

Serpentine regime ordered by response sort of fell this population 

Caboose humming no fence me in a van with common patriots 

The parody plastered every red brick in site 

Where had to keep his plights from ticking 

I'm slipping my key and whim dim by dirty tap water and that 

Roach on my ceiling circular fins round a bed of pushpins 

Let's connect the thrill of volume to a flat earth 

J-walkin a hook the past just passed the mere dragon bandwagon passages 

I'm sorry, we've never met, my name is driftwood 

Thanks friend, good looking, I'll never see you again 

Feeding frenzy, catfish stomach, empty oceans 

Spangled in hooks dangle by anglers off the plank of burning books 

And if you're, not gonna eat that 

Kill joy inherited by spirits lacking harnesses 

Merchant, Goliath dipped in slip shy posture conceived evening 

So I feed idea turn sun dial to bastards son adopt the reroute dreaming 

Oh I'll ride the plain bow in flare gully yellow rain coat 

Heard a harp but sunny ways my lifeline searching for the same note 

Oh please, I know butterfly wings ain't fit to auction 

Dig my tossing sturdy walking head hung 

Skylark litigants strung out like cats straight up participants 

I am the triant diaries of a low life siphon through that vein 

Anti-diligence movement, here the hunger habitat 

Working class trash raped where racist hit their high 

I spy a toddler on the corner with her bubbles and her dipstick 

I witness the fusion of her breath and her amusement 

And it killed me and it stabbed me and it cut me clear open 

The notion that this child timid in her sins embraced pleasure 

Within a token of a moment, retless arrested but not a twirp 

Strip the Bonabo Disclosure, so close yet so much closer 

I'll take the hint but still she's never known cold 

Call me in twenty when those bubbles explode it's like that 

 

Verse Two: 

 

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Back to back to back to stacking a brick match 

With the fact that I've sipped the dripping sap tap 

Casually out the limbs of captivated blends back 

Tracking the patterns that trim friends to thinning savages 

Take one down, pass it round among us 

Lick a tipper drink, drink, drunk, drunk, and drunkest 

But you quest tore your floorboards and the carpet turned marbles 

Naw the carpet turned charcoals and made skeletons of warlords 

Snake charmer, hate farmer, gave you the rations 

With an eyedropper a poison passions hoist above the masses 

And interrupts homeostasis seeming flow scapes 

Like a symmetric snow flake visits and with her symmetry blizzards 

I'm sleepy, one wing more and I promise to pay homage 

To those who stand truly deserving and the list ain't long 

Sink or swim, ravalor ascension 

Even birds of our combines float if you let them 

They'll be dodging more than quiddles when the bowel breaks 

Note the affiction slip clip to your little visions into cloud shapes 

Oh my left hand is a brick layer my right hand is a plow face 

We build and destroy in response to every sound the crowd makes 

Sling blanks sprayed it with apathy magic balance 

On the palette of the almighty for painting the first half of me 

Honor find it with monster mashing in text casually 

On the palette of the almighty to paint the second fraction 

I'm collapsed under the relic rainbow with seven sepriet 

Succulent aqua marines hide the in by sweetest elixir 

Star heckler and leaders start gawking at yet another 

Real conceived green fetus beating parallel sterile fixture 

Urgent, the serge is like venom and over kill, kill, kill, kill 

The over spilled theory's all faucet 

For real, how many leaves your clover got? Mine's got eight 

Three for normalcy one for luck four more so you'll spot it from space 

 

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