One Brick Lyrics - 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 acknowlege middle-value rainbows 

My snout turned up from dream factory eyelids 

Slingin bottled prosperity for the kamikaze colonels 

Yeah rocks the match that burned the Nazi journals 

And plottin verticals amidst blatantlly horizontal 

Models then swallowed by famished potholes 

And I'm tired 

Tied up on these functions 

Killer cottoncandy 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 

Facist takes more than pegleg's birds and eyepatches 

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 reaks of a thousand bayonettes 

I'll fision 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 ya'll ignored him 

I know a planet made of porcelain 

And once I get tired of holding this gavel up 

Ya'll 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 walkin 

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 Farenheit and burn off colon lyric 

Diss blatant harassment, spit honor, whistle fearless 

Don't dismiss the billygoat appearance for that common sheep 

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*Aesop overlapping Illogic, fading in and out of each other* 

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 

Mantlepieces 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 

Photos 

*overlapping Aesop, fading in and out* 

Now with my trusty paperclip 

I picked 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 cuz I can like aluminum 

And I recycle my consciousness 

This is just a note 

For any action or lack thereof there's a consequence 

Wingless angels 

Stroll a top shapeless cottonballs 

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 times dilluted 

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 oragmi 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 orthodoxes 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 thorned crown 

It seems I need a new soul cuz mine is worn down 

But from the pregance 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 

Hurting new 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 masocistic culture 

Yearning for the truth that we speak but refuse to hear it