Aesop Rock - No City lyrics
Ian Matthias Bavitz [Bazooka Tooth]
[Aesop Rock - No City lyrics]
For want of a nail the shoe was lost
For want of a shoe the horse was lost
For want of a horse the rider was lost
For want of a rider the battle was lost
For want of a battle the kingdom was lost
And all for the want of a horseshoe nail
There is a hole in front of the shovel
Shovel in front of the brawn
Six billion gorillas for whom the graves yawn
Each within his mulish days to
Choose his tool of trade
Dueling blades that cued a cruel
Charade and fuel the flames
Few would clue the crew into the civil
Skip the food and land like you the man
Who flew the coop over the pitbulls
Dash back flashy to compassionate
Nanopolice who sat
Beneath an avalanche of jagged inadequacies
And I was "Stop the Violence" more
Than I was Pontius Pilate
Cops and robbers riot by
The five's obnoxious sirens
A is gullible he figure, "all man equal
No brainer" take it his friends and
Neighbors didn't cater
Moms raised the babies through
A very churchy 80's
Sunday mornings reinforce the waiting
Gates of Hades and he brazen but apparently
Inferno bound now
For when a man of cloth recite
His wrongs he wouldn't bow down
The punishment should fit the reasons
You must punish him
Never puncture skin or pull the
Colored rugs from under them
Two opposing mother ships shall not
Employ the gunners deck
Cause brotherhoods of public good do
Not employ the unctuous
And you observe and have
The givetheth disproportionate
To the taketh away decide to maketh his day
(do it)
All the stoic odium glow in a cold holster
To where he coulda stood easily
In the tub jugglin toasters
No mountain too high no city too far
No coma tonight no city tomorrow
No fire too live no city too charred
No treaty to sign no city to guard
I picked the phone up with
A grown-up mode approach
Skin crawlin off the drawl and now
I claw the awkward tone up
I'd known it wasn't roses
But hoped it was less corrosive
Coastin to the focus of
The grossest diagnosis like homes
The barnacles that chew upon the flesh of man
Have clued into the suitor was
Capital to a beggar's hand
And uncomfortably sung a stubborn
Legacy of gluttony
With carnivores that burrow like hunters into
The blood in meat - umm, what?
Chinny chin-up and the city picked this
In a pent-up letter numbed
The spitting stigma along came a spider
Sold her eggs to any buyer
Now to shoot a ringer back with
Six legs wider than the driver
If you make no friends on the
Way to the top rung
There is no secret handshake club I
Do not give a fuck
But know the cancers make the
Olive branches obviously standard
So when they extend from the yachts
And mansions drop your canons
All kings hang em for the
Cliffs side drip dry
Will he clip the zipline or slip
For his final dip dive?
If he live will he survive
The milligrams of middle-ground
They pump into the pin-striped
Pentagrams over Tinsel-town
Or kill a man who trickled down
The city with his scissors out or sickles
Dipped in military hells bells and whistles
Riders to the east, not a wild tribes
Thank you for the peace on
Earth and mercy miles high
No mountain too high no city too far
No coma tonight no city tomorrow
No fire too live no city too charred
No treaty to sign no city to guard
For want of a shoe the horse was lost
For want of a horse the rider was lost
For want of a rider the battle was lost
For want of a battle the kingdom was lost
And all for the want of a horseshoe nail
There is a hole in front of the shovel
Shovel in front of the brawn
Six billion gorillas for whom the graves yawn
Each within his mulish days to
Choose his tool of trade
Dueling blades that cued a cruel
Charade and fuel the flames
Few would clue the crew into the civil
Skip the food and land like you the man
Who flew the coop over the pitbulls
Dash back flashy to compassionate
Nanopolice who sat
Beneath an avalanche of jagged inadequacies
And I was "Stop the Violence" more
Than I was Pontius Pilate
Cops and robbers riot by
The five's obnoxious sirens
A is gullible he figure, "all man equal
No brainer" take it his friends and
Neighbors didn't cater
Moms raised the babies through
A very churchy 80's
Sunday mornings reinforce the waiting
Gates of Hades and he brazen but apparently
Inferno bound now
For when a man of cloth recite
His wrongs he wouldn't bow down
The punishment should fit the reasons
You must punish him
Never puncture skin or pull the
Colored rugs from under them
Two opposing mother ships shall not
Employ the gunners deck
Cause brotherhoods of public good do
Not employ the unctuous
And you observe and have
The givetheth disproportionate
To the taketh away decide to maketh his day
(do it)
All the stoic odium glow in a cold holster
To where he coulda stood easily
In the tub jugglin toasters
No mountain too high no city too far
No coma tonight no city tomorrow
No fire too live no city too charred
No treaty to sign no city to guard
I picked the phone up with
A grown-up mode approach
Skin crawlin off the drawl and now
I claw the awkward tone up
I'd known it wasn't roses
But hoped it was less corrosive
Coastin to the focus of
The grossest diagnosis like homes
The barnacles that chew upon the flesh of man
Have clued into the suitor was
Capital to a beggar's hand
And uncomfortably sung a stubborn
Legacy of gluttony
With carnivores that burrow like hunters into
The blood in meat - umm, what?
Chinny chin-up and the city picked this
In a pent-up letter numbed
The spitting stigma along came a spider
Sold her eggs to any buyer
Now to shoot a ringer back with
Six legs wider than the driver
If you make no friends on the
Way to the top rung
There is no secret handshake club I
Do not give a fuck
But know the cancers make the
Olive branches obviously standard
So when they extend from the yachts
And mansions drop your canons
All kings hang em for the
Cliffs side drip dry
Will he clip the zipline or slip
For his final dip dive?
If he live will he survive
The milligrams of middle-ground
They pump into the pin-striped
Pentagrams over Tinsel-town
Or kill a man who trickled down
The city with his scissors out or sickles
Dipped in military hells bells and whistles
Riders to the east, not a wild tribes
Thank you for the peace on
Earth and mercy miles high
No mountain too high no city too far
No coma tonight no city tomorrow
No fire too live no city too charred
No treaty to sign no city to guard