The Tugboat Complex, Pt. 3 Lyrics - Aesop Rock

I could make 'em all dance, or I could sleep 

I could walk with a limp and make your step feel incomplete 

people are made of match sticks, light this bread a flames 

note at the craft work door the last smirk of the the Damien mainframe 

my box cost siphon third rail juice from lost poets 

inhabit ocean bottoms with a bitter rotten scapegoat pardons (note to self) 

don't bargain at martyr parliament rallies 

where participants squeeze your last giggle then whittle sacrificial finalies 

I can tie my new faces alone, save your knee deep offerings 

sorta bring puke coughing bunk persona to light (I might) 

build [?] railroads, find you, and lay tracks adjacent 

just to scream "fuck off" as the engine pulls out the station 

what should we do with a thousand drunken sailors? 

"kill 'em all, locate their family address, release a mailer" 

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(dear sir or madam, your son or daughter's embarrassed human kind 

consuming booze and gut fuel, till they cruised across the line) 

I spin gold, your raps are dirty lapsed 

towards the nursery class act impression of a bubble 

(yeah I could of been more subtle when polluting paradise gene puddle) 

man huddles make us look like cool peeps and I'm trying to school sheep 

towards the right idea {c'ya - } 

this basic divine subsidiary bust center syllable logic, fold origami 

plantation shut this picket fence 

hang on to your dreams kitten, you'll probably never hear this song 

let alone sip the mission long enough to listen 

(I smoke cigarettes down to filter, smoke the filter down to space 

now I'm gonna roll this question tight and smoke that shit up in your face 

now if you were to alter masks every time fame circus approaches 

do you really think your maker wouldn't notice?) 

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Okay, I've died a thousand, and I'll die a thousand more, 

I leave footprints in fours, two for bi [?], two operate [?] 

practically caress the utterings of crushed [?] brothers and sisters 

mothering stickler cabin and madden shit 

I'll fix the wing for a penny and a parabole, yeah but this friendship 

sunk with a barrel full of [?] pull 

I seen guys harbor bad shiners 

then wonder why the culprits sitting at the their rainbows ending 

want's garbage bag liners [?] 

with out the apple seed it's useless (I sat for greed) 

patched for boredom crafts a castle out of toothpicks (I sat to breath) 

I breath to hard nearly metamorph castle loose pins 

now I stand to breath as not to disturb the [?] 

and I know that's not a story, it no longer turns my stomach 

hollering wolves in the form of one frustrated culprit 

but a love tap full of washed up stardom melted trying to milk it 

win a ticket to right white lines highway sideways [?] 

one love to the rungs in my ladder, one love to the gathering of 

laughter bats that hung from my rafters 

see the jackal met the badger, they were both such fucking bad asses 

that clashing wouldn't make sense (hence my tape deck) 

now I ain't gonna name name's, and I ain't gonna drag others in 

but I ain't about to say that I'm the only cat you got bubbling 

your lucky, somehow you managed to befriend some good people 

who will sit and soak the evils you secrete, but why? I'm not really sure 

(knock the fuck off, kicking his lip across the floor 

'til the archival vinyl venom soak the [?] 

anti-clarity mechanism spit flattery burners 

fusing a million majesty murders then stole the crown) 

oh wait that's right, you discovered me right? 

offered up the peace pipe, and oh 

It's all cotton candy when Aesop Rock the B light 

he's actin foolish left in the middle of laying bricks 

(oh we weren't building nothing but a great wall around these stones and sticks) 

oh and for the record I've been rhyming since me and Andre thought we could freestyle 

built foundation out of passion and brother dusty [?] 

studied dope rappers, vocab expansion, poems and syllable placement 

your just mad cuz somewhere in there you came and went (I ain't the type to dwell) 

dismissed it as casually non compatible and bounced 

obtained status where I could straight objectively critique your after projects like 

(damn that sounds fresh) or (damn that shit is garbage, what happened? I'm not even laughing) 

yeah, but the barriers were broken (you choked) 

you made comments to the wrong [?] who out of respect and honor leaked your program 

now like were both trying to sit and breath another dawn so my advice 

to you is when I say just "move on" (move on )