Sick Friend Lyrics - Aesop Rock

(Intro - Unknown man) 

Thou mayest indeed 

Tune onto the forbidden channel 

And see it like it is baby 

*Record Scratch in* 

You should be a champion 

Never fall on me 

Deceit, deceit, deceit 

*Record Scratch out* 

"Getting dusty in the cellar" 

(Verse 1 - Aesop Rock) 

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Yo 

I was thinking about my sick friend 

Stringing a ring around my whit's end 

13 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 fashion fragment choreographed in traffic dancing for nickels 

Hooked like sickle cells with the principles of comraderey 

One hope distortion odyssey sputters itself to my how not example sample 

Give me 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 alacrative, leashed by the carnal tyrant 

I choked when the cage bird sings and stings 

Springs me up delirium to stitch the clipped wings 

I say instinctively break through while clinging the shrieking souls 

Mourning the death of full and high to loss of 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 to burn with half the stone throwers, speak your assessment 

My communicative, hinderance bleeds 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 stagnant 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 

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(Unknown man) 

This is how I feel that 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 don't run a funny race, malnourished monarchs and loopy astrals 

Where 99.9% swivel the broken axels 

I built boats of a pack rat bats of bully club swung 

Post utility inhalants nail it to stability and sail it 

Lopsided Star bird bow crooked mass makeshift 

Patching holes with chewing gum and stitching sail to thirty phases 

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 of a happy neighborhood 

String on my ring has left me dancing like wooden dummies in a paper nature 

Marry had a case of door nails, Francis 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, hold the speed 

To levigate the game plan, would you wanna still 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? 

And I'm thinking that damn town prior'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 to perpendicular traffic 

Spread, circle 4, 000 circuits you burn to cater 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 

Have I not 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