An angel gets its wings with every blue note I release?
I've never really dug Aesop Rock until his work on this song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gVsDQECCtAw
Sadly I withered a non-believer
When pride covered this must lust, anger, gluttony, envy and sloth
Form the frame of your demeanor
I address but a rapidly lessening portion of majors
Dissolved in the abortion of creations new laborers
Pilot burner, riddle of trades, divinity, composers
And tunnel through and out of spite the anti hero dosage
In a cradle I label the dreaded simulation we compile
Tenets embedded within synthetic inclination
We have never dined on bait so when corrupt crooks
Hook simple Samaritans' eyes buried in books
Shift on a badda datta sun moon merger to guard the difference
The New York MC population dancing uncontrollable expansion
I, cyclothymic pound dodger
Push a wooden nickel towards town squatter bother me not
My wallow across the village drunk and mumbling in the streets
'bout how an angel gets its wings with every blue note I release
An angel gets its wings with every blue note I release?
Could this be lies? Cause I'm gonna spit cobalt 'til every angel flys
I blew the operation set to clinch victor
Walkie talkers turn awkward fixtures to complete the wicked mixture
The fire and ice combination adjourns fresh
I return with the last living specimen caressed
When the earth is vacated and the populous cleared
I'll be the last star fighter sipping a goblet of my tears
I DON'T KNOW WHY THIS SONG IS SO DOPE!!!! His flow is so interestingly tumultuous.
"In a cradle I label the dreaded simulation we compile Tenets embedded within synthetic inclination." I love how it sounds like it's going to set up for a sick punchline after "we compile," but then he rides it out low-key with the internal "embedded within synthetic inclination."
Could this be lies? 'Cause I'ma spit cobalt until every angel flies! I can only guess at what he's talking about but IT SOUNDS COOL AS **** LMAOOOO!
It's just a total cataclysmic cluster**** of badassery.
Now Aesop Rock be the handle
While your breath control is tough, to breath along is not enough
I correspond to a kick snare blind
But share the passion
But a small percentage of the masses and their fashion
HOLY CRAP IS AESOP ROCK A GENIUS?