Aesop Rock, Eyedea, Slug - Thorns lyrics

I am not doomed (not doomed)
I burn bridges, not spoons (not spoons)
But I only burn the bridges
Hitchin' life in locked rooms
Passive obstacle assessment:
Bound to blossom festive knock on wood
Salute the little lonely
Troglodyte that could
So they navigate the blame
Game with a bulls-eye on a gold link wrapped
Around shrink-wrapped persona
Honor in a makeshift crooked
Thug version of sacred
Not to be mistaken with the purity with
Which my angel masons storm the basement
Rope ladder descends from
Mothership, c-sectioned, monstrous
While a billion babies build
Forts out refrigerator boxes
Burrow, for the too far gone platoon craft
Billy clubs out fallen apple tree trunks


After apple seeds sunk well beneath them
My style sit's softly in a
Synapse between fairytale and logic
Primarily Agnostic
Idle while the tidal title deem heat
Waves worthy of swallowing your journey
Wallowing across the nursery
I arrive tardy i've offended
Every last pedestrian
Upon my way over to bless that bar seat
There's no excuse, I know, I'm sorry
But I'm here

Which is more than I can say
For my love of these puppeteers

Certified absurd prince of flattery
Product of a drunken, rhythm-driven faculty
Check a mortal mayhem discotheque
Boogie with a bounced check and a cigarette

I prick my finger on a thorn bush
Picking you a lilac
You can water it with your envy
And burn it with your livestock’s
I guess you can come on my trip, why not?
Tie knots in our existence and
Marry-go-round your holy tripod
For every single flame the
Imploding sky drops
I cross the burned bridge
Of syringes? by lyrics?
Cyclops infinitely focused on moving
This ice block i could of land a nice job
But I plan to fight God
Understand I might stop at nothing
Short of order distorted by torched
Porcelain images of man
My glands are quite dormant
Coordinated with porous
Won't forfeit my stance and transmission if
I hit the right knob
Fright clot, numbs the thumb
Run and stir the rice pot
The anger that hovered kept me
In a tight lock i'm parallel with every line
Jesus Christ thought leaving heaven frozen
Rolling a seven on this dice shot

Slow down, float showdown at the show
Minnesota to Manhattan until it
Gets broken loose
Holding you immobile to show you
What we're going through
And ain't nothing changed and
The rent's still overdue
Still hate the rappers that speak
Through the mean mugs
Ain't got no bite but you
Bark like a tree trunk
That shit doesn't flush

And every pipe is plugged

I know you're loving us
(you ride the nuts like the dick was a bus)
Now hold tight
Your whole energy doesn't flow right
It's enough to make me wonder if
You prefer to just blowpipe
We're this close to giving you
Hoes a good choke
Clowns thinking they're profound man
They're not even a footnote
I walk around the world
Like a malnourished tourist a refugee
Caught between the referee and the purist
Circuit's overloading
Cyborgs about to explode
Release the little man inside my tired soul
Somebody must have let the lion out the cage
And got him high before he
Climbed up on the stage
Cause here I am again, glossy-eyed
Topsy turvy and this is just another
Pit'stop on the journey
Most of ya'll don't even inspire
Me to diss you so caught up in the politics
Forgot to kick the issues
Slug, call me Se7en
Ya'll know what I'm about
Now close your fucking mouth
Before my balls fall out

Shut your mouth shut the fuck up
Shut your mouth shit talking bitch
Sick of ya’ll talking shit
You don’t know me, you don’t know us
Half ya’ll fucks don’t even rhyme
Who you talking shit about man?
Go play a video game you little bitch
Shut your trap
Yo come to Minnesota and get smacked
Come to the island and get smacked
I don’t care
I see you in Oakland and I’ll smack you
Shut your trap, little internet bitch
I’ll smack you in Tulsa
I’ll smack you in Buffalo
I’ll smack you in Milwaukee
I’ll smack you in Madison
I’ll smack you in St louis
I’ll smack you in Austin and in Dallas
I’ll smack you in Salt Lake City beeyotch