Illogic, Aesop Rock - Killing Time lyrics

We the peak of bipedal civilization
Zombie style, steppin' through life in
Single-file formation i see no foul
Defacing the monument you all worship
On a quest to fall before you learn to crawl
Immersed in inertia

Okay, it goes novocaine skin
Same skeleton within
I tip my swine pass to the zookeeper
Then sneak my teacher in
Rusty angel with a DayGlo halo
Predicate burner
With a car fueled with pediment
Silkworm resident

My soul can bask in the rays of
Freedom reflecting from a seismic sphere
I'm lying here, very alive in speech
Elated to be deceased
Immersed in words that reach
The highest degree
Just now realizing that I'm an emcee

I'm a corroded miner with a shovel and a pick
This tunnel stripped of
All basic congeniality
Muddy pig leg kickin'
Lickin' my chops for the fast laners
Who never stopped in the kitchen
With an overall hate for the plate of coals
My fellows dig in

Now I think ink has to be
The savior of my sanity

The link wasn't supposed to be missing
Hence the calamity

Webs of calculated deception lures
Words to demise

So pocket your little sob stories
And hand out goodbyes

Concrete passages float loosely
In gravity defiance
Until moving at the speed
Of light twice removed
Non-aging soothed the savage
Feast of no-brainers
It's rhyme water in the form of
Asian combat rhyme slaughter return

Retainer of mind, manipulative matrix talk
Life is a gift, and it makes it's twist
The politically correct
Intersect clefts of limericks
Open doors to mimics
And allow the timid of herd in the rich

Shift to Warp 7
After I left heaven on a bed of eleven clouds
As the seventh son
Am I never free to run realistically?
Simplistically dance on tables and
Be that imbecile
That will never really be an artist
Or in this case impersonate one

You win some and you take some
Attempt to recreate some
And some recreate you, if you allow them
Stepping in a place is to create yourself
Encase yourself in upper-shelf and
Never be heard
It's your choice if you want to
Be a waste of words

You want another serving? I know
You can taste the words
Are they filling your tummy?
Mumbling wafted cadences over
Indigo loops with
Scarlet drums and a caramel bassline
They're unable to reprogram
That's why I hate mine

Thinking on two feet
Next to the fire hydrant
Where puppies greet you with urine samples
With ample conformity in your system
You walk with urine-soaked slacks
Soaking in sensationalism, hatin' your wisdom

I see you're not amusing or
Amused as you're abused
By the mic I hold in your other right
My left appendage
You're being abused by this mic that
I hold in my other right
(my other right) , your left appendage

There's a knot inside my gut that's
Growing faster by the day
So pardon my not showing up
To your Saturday matinee

Now dive into the fishing hole
And retrieve the souls lost
Dangling from the hook and line
While I spill wine to kill time

Nah, I'mma sit right here
And I'mma skip these stones
Until they realize that money
Couldn't buy a backbone

Please iron out the creases before
Blankets of thoughts are shown
Covering the hovering mass of wilted poems

Wanna buy a lung? It's not broken
It just needs coaxing
Comes with a free five-minute
Warranty and tar coating
When fortune tellers turn Old Yeller
These propellers sputter through space
And dispatch they last smoke cloud in
The name of good faith

These eyelids flitter for the love of
Little Hitler hybrid littering pleasant arena
Drew a triplicate-six day trip
Faded prior to time
Allowing the devil escape fabrication

Drilling through it's shell right now

I'll be there when it hatches
Catching z's on a mattress of matchsticks
Ashes to ashes
Both confirm the high noon oil for life
Stuck my gutterbug intentions to the
Engine that repelled your candlelight
(cinema classics)

Cinema classics, caught a man beat for living
I strike backwards with an iron fist
Driven through the skull of siblings
Line 'em up like laminated rookie cards
While famine ate your fortune cookie shards

Ok, ready on the left? (I'm ready)
God, please, i was born sloppy on an
Origami tugboat in high seas
Now I spend simmering summers dragging
Bigger boats on home
To dock and soak in spotlit evenings
While I sweat and watch

Thieves, bandit's, biters
And scum luring their sheep with a dead God
A broken promise in abundance
I am not a product of the
Blizzard, I don't sweat semiotics, baby
Half as much as I admire a clear "yes", "no"
Or "maybe"

So, um
Here's the good 'ol gold-plated wingspan
Spread incredible or dead your pinnacle
Wipe your sweaty eyes, sigh, ease back
Television, pen, pad, dime
Weedsack, breathe, nap, then repeat

Never before have you seen
Two hybrids dismantle silence
Palms handle violence
Dilating the candle virus

Yeah, mummify the high
And they can teach mortals to float
And I'mma show you how
Beelzebub and Serenity elope

We're shedding light on the
Otherwise dreary tomorrow
Leaving breadcrumbs in the streets for
The cannibals to follow

We weed a garden of stardom with
Ten dirty nails and a bucket
Waiting for the makeshift broken wing
And dark angels to plummet