Aesop Rock, C-Rayz Walz - Bent Life lyrics
Ian Matthias Bavitz [Bazooka Tooth]
[Aesop Rock, C-Rayz Walz - Bent Life lyrics]
Yo i take 10 steps with a bent left vision
Study the disorders we've absorbed
Inside the village
I understand the plagues and why they
Shake hands with my grimace
Then remain up in my face like
Top to bottom train car fill-ins
Let's question the ascension of
A broken social
Icon and bury it's domino affect
I'mma blow this hex over the mission
Just to administer the end-all sucker
Punch toward it's pitiful condition
With no alibi love is used as
A guide by the civilized
Some see it as the body heat you
Feel when you close your eyes
That's so much of a lie
You can leave your hair dyed
And scorch your roots
As the truth hit's your ears begin to cry
"Why Is It Like This!" Why
The fuck do I care?
I don't have the answers
Or at least the ones you want to hear
City lights look like bright
Groups of fire flies many see the truth
(the proof) only when the liar dies
Tires screech to a halt, the ground cries
Spit sparks speak to the streets
The skid marks are replies
Read discussions of what we rode
Through entrenched in the vocals
The hopeless stay hopeful
(the toxic fumes choke you)
As I walk out my door
Step into the pollution
(I breathe in the problems) exhale solutions
Physically the situation's hard to stop
I had a wicked jump shot and
Sold crack rock on back blocks
Casualties in this apocalypse
(street chronicle)
Abnormal abdominals (push-ups phenomenal)
Relaxin drinking my 6 pack maxing
Faxing my thoughts on the satellite
Via Donahue (push it)
Table talk, salt and pepper conversation
Integrated sectors, metropolis and mecca
It's a conspiracy
(you know) , I can't lie dukes
Sometimes I feel the rats got a
Better deal than I do
It goes thieves, bandit's, low lives, scum
Punks that buckle under the rumble of my drum
Steadily searching for something new
Under the sun but it's stagnant
Active element first of madness
Thieves, bandit's, low lives, scum
Punks that buckle under the rumble of my drum
Steadily searching for something new
Under the sun but it's hurtin
Act of development first diversion
A new universe in ancient, so I stay patient
In a gravel pit
Travelin thoughts unraveling, pacing
Embracing light of America
And found a shade of darkness (underground)
The traincar used to be my apartment
Sick of people rushin in the
Doors before I get out
Conductors closing the doors before I get in
I shout "The blizzard's coming
The blizzard's coming!"?
Don't get worried now
(We've been in a cold world)
We just getting flurries now?
Yeah, it's like sloooowww dooowwwn
You're movin much too fast to bust
Through the finale fashioned glass
Its delicate demeanor and I teach
You how to hang
But we like 1970 something 20
Kliks outside Da Nang (Dear Obedience)
I apologize for the faulty academics
But they placed us in a miserable stasis
I let bygones be bygones
But tryin to see eye to eye with the faceless
Just ain't working the way
The manual paints it
See I soak in a blue note factory
While most cats hassle bandit's lamping solo
And when the last red brick
Topples over the earth
To intercept your crooked little mess
I can be found in a social
Coma directly to your left
Engaged in a conversation
A marvel with my breath
Regarding how to document the
Shady baby steps
I bounce checks like a modern man
Sleep with one eye open while
The other two drift
Together specimens from the promised land
This for the thinkers
This for the urchins allergic
To they own stingers
This for the absurd verdict linkers
This for that cat at my shows
That's always got prophetic opinions
But can't remember where his drink is
I'm wallowing
Shrugging I'm plugging your corporation
Cause we alley cats addicted to
The sickly warped sensation
Answer this: when all is said and done
Are you a memorable trooper or just
A lab rat on the run choose one
It goes thieves, bandit's, low lives, scum
Punks that buckle under the rumble of my drum
Steadily searching for something new
Under the sun but it's stagnant
Active element first of madness
Thieves, bandit's, low lives, scum
Punks that buckle under the rumble of my drum
Steadily searching for something new
Under the sun but it's hurtin
Act of development first diversion
Study the disorders we've absorbed
Inside the village
I understand the plagues and why they
Shake hands with my grimace
Then remain up in my face like
Top to bottom train car fill-ins
Let's question the ascension of
A broken social
Icon and bury it's domino affect
I'mma blow this hex over the mission
Just to administer the end-all sucker
Punch toward it's pitiful condition
With no alibi love is used as
A guide by the civilized
Some see it as the body heat you
Feel when you close your eyes
That's so much of a lie
You can leave your hair dyed
And scorch your roots
As the truth hit's your ears begin to cry
"Why Is It Like This!" Why
The fuck do I care?
I don't have the answers
Or at least the ones you want to hear
City lights look like bright
Groups of fire flies many see the truth
(the proof) only when the liar dies
Tires screech to a halt, the ground cries
Spit sparks speak to the streets
The skid marks are replies
Read discussions of what we rode
Through entrenched in the vocals
The hopeless stay hopeful
(the toxic fumes choke you)
As I walk out my door
Step into the pollution
(I breathe in the problems) exhale solutions
Physically the situation's hard to stop
I had a wicked jump shot and
Sold crack rock on back blocks
Casualties in this apocalypse
(street chronicle)
Abnormal abdominals (push-ups phenomenal)
Relaxin drinking my 6 pack maxing
Faxing my thoughts on the satellite
Via Donahue (push it)
Table talk, salt and pepper conversation
Integrated sectors, metropolis and mecca
It's a conspiracy
(you know) , I can't lie dukes
Sometimes I feel the rats got a
Better deal than I do
It goes thieves, bandit's, low lives, scum
Punks that buckle under the rumble of my drum
Steadily searching for something new
Under the sun but it's stagnant
Active element first of madness
Thieves, bandit's, low lives, scum
Punks that buckle under the rumble of my drum
Steadily searching for something new
Under the sun but it's hurtin
Act of development first diversion
A new universe in ancient, so I stay patient
In a gravel pit
Travelin thoughts unraveling, pacing
Embracing light of America
And found a shade of darkness (underground)
The traincar used to be my apartment
Sick of people rushin in the
Doors before I get out
Conductors closing the doors before I get in
I shout "The blizzard's coming
The blizzard's coming!"?
Don't get worried now
(We've been in a cold world)
We just getting flurries now?
Yeah, it's like sloooowww dooowwwn
You're movin much too fast to bust
Through the finale fashioned glass
Its delicate demeanor and I teach
You how to hang
But we like 1970 something 20
Kliks outside Da Nang (Dear Obedience)
I apologize for the faulty academics
But they placed us in a miserable stasis
I let bygones be bygones
But tryin to see eye to eye with the faceless
Just ain't working the way
The manual paints it
See I soak in a blue note factory
While most cats hassle bandit's lamping solo
And when the last red brick
Topples over the earth
To intercept your crooked little mess
I can be found in a social
Coma directly to your left
Engaged in a conversation
A marvel with my breath
Regarding how to document the
Shady baby steps
I bounce checks like a modern man
Sleep with one eye open while
The other two drift
Together specimens from the promised land
This for the thinkers
This for the urchins allergic
To they own stingers
This for the absurd verdict linkers
This for that cat at my shows
That's always got prophetic opinions
But can't remember where his drink is
I'm wallowing
Shrugging I'm plugging your corporation
Cause we alley cats addicted to
The sickly warped sensation
Answer this: when all is said and done
Are you a memorable trooper or just
A lab rat on the run choose one
It goes thieves, bandit's, low lives, scum
Punks that buckle under the rumble of my drum
Steadily searching for something new
Under the sun but it's stagnant
Active element first of madness
Thieves, bandit's, low lives, scum
Punks that buckle under the rumble of my drum
Steadily searching for something new
Under the sun but it's hurtin
Act of development first diversion