Aesop Rock - The Yes and the Y'all lyrics

Jiggy-jabberjaw vitamin idol and primal rages
When bible page verse tidal waves begun
(Water won) i wrote the book that
Shook America to splinters
In a winter wasteland
Icicle-bound barren township
Call Baron Münchhausen and proud gimps to
Clinch this chemical war pig
Delinquent sinking like a paper tugboat
Well beneath your holidays
Beached on a red tide infested
Shore corroding eastern seaboard beauty
I'm a jigsaw slab
But all the pig saw was dirt bag

It's like a bleeding comet
Bombing on your sequels
To the Riverside Park Tunnel people
Claim last lifeform standing
Carbon based pardons ain't enough
My stilts truly personify this


Urbanite flea circus
We urchins merkin on daily
I catapult brain opera past basic
Tear my own face off in the finale
Stick around it's ill
Diabolic Prodigal Son spill grimmace
If you had one more eye, you'd be a Cyclops
Which explains missing the premise
Bliss mimic, baptise, chastise, laugh, die
Kiss the finish
Piss the villagers the fuck off
Pete Piper picked peppers
And Run rocked rhymes
Aes Rock might've smoked one too
Many dimes in his time
Now, where you gonna be when the sun falls
Brother? Probably gathering your sheep with
All these other motherfuckers
Struck twice in the same place
By a moody Zeus fishliner
Smackin the third clear out the park
Going gone (To infinity and beyond)
I rocked for a flock of
Chewbacca look-alikes in magic makers
Hermit crabs and New York
City sewer aligators
Keep your Honalee dreams out your homily
I deal with tangible goods
And avoid manufacturing food for landfills
I've seen friends bow to needles
I've seen needles bow to records
I've seen boughs break
I've seen God bow and make the clouds shake
I've seen the proud break
I've seen a lot for a blind soldier
Who tattooed a cityscape on skin to blend in
The rats travel by night
And fight the waterbugs
I'm here to pull the three-prong on
This prime directive wormhole
Of self-sacrifice
Add a hatchet slice for kicks
And so that God-awful Frankenstein
Scar on your style
Can someday be a story for my kids
Life's hard, life's easy
Life's everyting in between
Life's Peachy like James and the Giant
And I keep spittin as long
As these kittens buy it
And I keep casting my line as long
As these fish will bite it
And I like it (Don't try it like that)

"Yes the bough is low
That's the way it goes though
Maybe I should just give up or stop trying
But life is so uncertain, so short
I've got to keep on searching
And wherever it takes me, I've got to go"

Bantamweight temper tantrum, decrepit anthem
Set a low goal, I arrive late
I'm here to scrape a cog
Clean till the funk machine
Imposes on the underling amalgam cluster
And identifies the mother
(Oh you got heart?)
I hate to tell you but it
Skips more than it palpitates
Like these here drunken little archers
Miss more than they calculate
The falcon hates the mockingbird
The farmer hates the drought i hate em all
I kick the bottom brick
Out shouting "Yes y'all"
And blow the village out perspective (Aesop)
Do you take this makeshift Candy
Land cult-classic bastard style
To be your lawfully wedded head trip
To embrace throughout sickness, health
Electrical storm
Fire, pain, rain, hail, wind, ice, sleet
Snow? (Hell no)
I'm balanced, personified phantom to the bone
Walkin like a Jabberwocky
Scalpin a pair of one-way
Tickets to shadowboxing
It’s just like Christmas with
A shallow stocking like this
(I'm just trying to milk the mileage)
You drop science like Don Herbert
With liquor in him
Soundin' off like senior citizens sitting
At Bingo parlor bickering
Yeah, it's kinda funny, isn't it?
How I can build while you just sit
There and bitch about your syllabus

Dwarfed by the lights
Bewildered by the fanbase
Bound by an idea, skeptical of the handshakes

Skeptical of the handshakes