Save Yourself Lyrics - Aesop Rock

Pull the pin out, sheep creep in wolf garb 

Fronted by the Hail Mary parry lunge mixer 

Kill the populace for civility, jeopardy's a stickler 

Its bob and weave amalgam played the falcon to your fixture 

I branch out, arms flailing backwards 

wailin upon a tidy sound circuit 

slightly foul Gershwin 

with a bed of nails and drumlust plus disgusted service 

workin in shifts opposite the asbestos brain furnace 

I be the now observatory eye ear antenna feeler 

Spittin like a dragon with a similar demeanor 

stood innocent bystand witness the diehard fans turn Rip Van 

in the poppy fields of N.Y.'s orchestrated brick gauntlet 

Now I'm thinkin who am I Jabberwocky Superfly bent left 

Pushin war without the ten step cushion and what (what) 

I plan to hold this B-positive sacred in these golden veins 

Until the day I die from grimace overload 

It's shock (it's shock) 

treatment offered by the weekend 

this still be a getaway, let's display the sequence it goes: 

One for the heartless thievery turning my guardian angel harpless 

And the rest to sweep the mess under the carpet (under the carpet) 

I drag a yellow taxi meter behind every measure 

And charge cats for labeling me shepherd 

"That'll be Six Fifty plus tip darlin, 

I take cash, credit, check, money-order, gold and cigarette cartons" 

Huh, got caught up in the universe tryin to zoom in on stardom 

Forgot the passion plus the hatred, both were based in Carbon 

Next time you wanna be a hero try saving somethin other than hip-hop 

And maybe hip-hop'll save you from the pit-stop 

Kill em all, yeah 

(naw man It wasn't me it was Holden Caulfield brother 

I just read and pulled the trigger) 

Oh God, well leave me to tiptoe past the pearly gates 

capture the halo, jet back to base, step past the chase 

the bad taste of jet-lag and weight slackers 

There aint nothin broken, where you at? 

The pistons pump perfect, where you at? 

The bass tone is Merlin, where you at? 

This service is a urgent workin surgeons 

Purging formulas lookin for an improper cause is whack 

(Chorus 2x) 

What are you saving, honestly? (honestly, honestly) 

What are you saving, honestly? (honestly, no honestly) 

What are you saving, honestly? (damn) 

Promise me you gon shut the fuck up and recognize 

What you holdin aint really broken? 

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I don't flick neeedles like my sick friend (friend) 

I don't march like Beetle Bailey through a quick trend (trend) 

I don't frequent church's steeples on my weekend (end) 

And I don't comment if you formulate a weak Zen. 

All I ever really wanted was a getaway 

I'ma take a chance by letting a brook slide for what I got in my hands 

I can not agree to follow a leader while on the borderline 

A war without a reason for the Brady hates gore 

Bring out your dead we can put em in a pile 

And burn em with the novels for the kids then to admire 

KIll the ones that speak from a different life 

Brewin other killer noise makin the sentiment... 

Okay, welcome to the Kamikaze bottle rocket cockpit 

Live by the icy cold hand of bad intention youth blender 

Oh yeah I'll let God warm the bench for now but 

I'll ascend to spin y'all dizzy 

(and for the record I'm bringin my t.v. with me) 

Yo, let the commoners speak publicly 

Then disperse eye jammies for cats that swear by third pupil 

But can't see past the loophole 

Motherfucker, my word is born like Siamese triplets 

With doctor, lawyer, rocket scientist promise 

(let em grow leisurely) 

Hey Mom, I'ma fix whatev I broke along this path 

Once my spiel's perfected I'ma save you a seat in the front row 

Of Aesop Rock's twelve steps to shut the fuck up seminar 

And when all these bickering crowds turn solid you gon be proud 

I tack hacks to the (backboard) 

Honesty's a (latchcord) 

Fury's far from (obsolete) 

Serenity's a crack whore 

Raw caricature of mayhem standard branded by the labor 

With a thousand reasons to end this for every one of you saviors 

Saw the brightest burst ironically wide from the vacant stage 

Gave it a pound for burning where bunk ratio's engaged 

Keep me posted as to when you grasp something mature to 

sit and sulk about mister, and I'll consider pickin up your record 

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(Chorus 2x) 

The Authors, they aint got nothin to save 

The Overground, man they aint got nothin to save 

Def Jux, they aint got nothin to save 

The Addams Family, they aint got nothin to save 

Weightless, they aint got nothin to save 

Stronghold man, they aint got nothin to save 

Rhymesayers baby, they aint got nothin to save 

Aesop Rock, I aint got nothin to save 

it's like that