Aesop Rock - The Substance lyrics

Four rooms
A ceiling and a floor but there's more
(Close to insanity)
A desk with a subtle light, a window
And a door (Close to insanity)
One bottle of the bluest inks
Your iris ever saw (Close to insanity)
One child prodigy with a vision in his core
(Close to insanity)

I'm frost bitten
Slippin' away titanic burden nurses
Where the anti hero clergy purge
Their value burning service
And warped was I
Huddled beneath the influence of fresh
Meshed with impressions that appear to
Shrink before my very breath (Breath)
These tides of woe and malice and
Mirth initiate a wave crash
Splashing my offspring graves prior to birth
It's looking bleak (Bleak)
Malarkey farce sergeant crooked and
Sleek emerald eyes glow
I'm shook in a freak side show!
OK, I strobe effects projective when I blink
So I design this chorus line
When linked we let our eyelids
Fall and pilots stall with what I sing
I'll open lash light and dark
Clash to dim the wattage
Then see the wide-eyed dried
Raising supplied fiery Colossus
Well, I am a hostage, guiding, yet
Pushed beneath the craze's climate
Hiding behind the levy while the stubborn
Rivers rise and feel this
I wish heavenly brevity centered hate
Pedigrees instead of dead serenity
God damn, must have remembered me
It clenched me, it wrenched me
Tempted me to employ it
Apprehended me and rendered me
Suspended in it's voyage
How these tables have turned!
Hand to the bottle with
The skull and crossbones
Scribbled off the label, sip the ladle
Drank the burn begging for death
Concerns off with a zephyr tread
And leg in a web
Caught triple-six couriers beckon, they fled
OK, OK, I get it let 'em shake a little
Then release 'em
Like, as if ghostly hysterics would
Leech on band aid completion
Odium, patience ran his anti-death commando
Just a litigant stretchin' to touch tranquil
But couldn't quite catch the angle (yeah)
I'm trained as cornerstone famine trooper
So my tray within a heart of
Hearts still belly up and parched, come on
(yeah, yeah, check it)

I'm a sideline observer alerted
Not yet retreating (Close to insanity)
The climate stubbornly hovered
Slightly above freezing (Close to insanity)
Now everybody in the populace
Awaited my reply (Close to insanity)
I spit a billion tiny brilliant
White lights into the sky
(Close to insanity)

Undeniably amused by the way the fuse burn
By the way the clues churn
In front of my eyes
To fertilize germination of concern for me
For we for he who's sucked into
The trench, fully dug
I don't wanna pull the plug
Hug on my canteen like in a dream
Centipede leader speedin' through a
Meaty greed league i can tell by the way the
Needs bleed from a seed
If the breed should have ever been bred
'nuff said
Whether compared to caterpillar and
Cocoon to emerge
Or a spark's soon to bloom to a surge
All I need is the nourishment
The courage and the burn
To ascend from a number
To brave Blade Runner
Hunter, cleric, swordsman, king
More like I'm walking with a broken mood ring
Mood swingin' from the mezzanine level
Here to bevel the edge
My team's settled on the ledge to pledge
It's like that

In the summer it rains
Buckets of hunger pains
In the winter it's the same
With an added climate change
The remaining two quadrants balance the polar
Values equally for mid range
Yet the songs of thirst remain the same
You could turn the whole
Cold reservoir to liquor
Hell, split the ocean on it's seams
If it boosts your esteem
I never lend span of attention
Lest my brethren signal fresh
So do your magic, miracle worker
Or I'll remain unimpressed
For the flux, the fix, the famine
For the fact that little Billy up the
Block obtained a lovely hand cannon
I'd examined auto-pilot
(Right) when filibuster won (yeah)
Concluded the few we're tuned with were
Now targets of his movement (Oh shit)
It's intriguing, yet, I guess
I knew somewhere
Something was leaking, now I honor instinct
Delinquent bring settler runaways
Frayed boogie bastard clicks
To bypass glass stature
Walking graft characters
Militant dance split the sun
And sip the filament
Tracer vivisection is to lab rat primes
They try to grace these sacred lips with
His maze or a dirty wine he knew
He brewed the substance just to
Mock the lesser budgets
Then sought off all trickery
Bought off the public, and screamed victory!
Tunnel through the mite infested
Grillage and the rig
As fast as Aesop and his ten
Little fatigued fingers could dig
Trigger revenge, tip the goblet in the dirt
Review my words spit in the puddle, peace to
Fame, struggle the fuck out, and duck out
(yeah, check, huh, uh)

Now, all hail defenders of the trash talk
(Close to insanity) i was hidden
Yet I slid in just to rip the mask off
(Close to insanity)
I'm seventy-six inches of all
The purest sounds (Close to insanity)
So y'all could dig me six feet deep
My eyes would still be over ground!
(Close to insanity)

It's like that