Aesop Rock - Take Me To The Basement lyrics

Take me to the basement let me count the holes in your foundation ancient ridicule system alert, kissing my lurk the perch of rare grimace on iron mask i remember science cla** if chemistry could silence the lions laugh I'd be fine (i fail tah) molindone up adrenaline trades the leaves that walk the plank before the crimson struck a match this season meridian carpal will jolt your logic when the burn earned its self normalcy for 20 plus run a muck or sink, swims not an option she applied the lipstick slow slow enough for me to bask in fast enough for me to wish it lasted past my alarms cackling the front line of its mystique's geek doubled my proposals,bargains for the ogers who prefer the roller coasters (i prefer the roller coasters) well that'll sip the blood of merry men that'll grace holiday carols when the merry ends barrel past the auto craft, exhale into final raft and pirate your local rain puddle torturous try to shake pilot fish off your dorsal fin lets dive through the archives, synax on frantic ? stamp it with a noteable brand to reek the profit see i don't know hell but I've read about it often sounds like a dope concept gone wrong (note to caution) Take Me to the basement lets zoom into that war paint sensation Take Me to the basement lets dis-sable the cause rotation sayin, if you choose to build or you'll die by the tools you build with so make some noise for all your predecessors reppin dirty grill-age Take Me to the basement lets deny the nervous rooms of pacin Take Me to the basement lets review the hearts ramifications sayin, if you choose to build or you'll die by the tools you build with so make some noise for all your predecessors reppin sturdy grill-age Take me to the basement lets remove the costume you escaped in hold up your legacies,I'll tell you which ones my favorite hold up your elacerative innocence I'll teach you about the perks of patience in seminar format I've worn that hat for seven years that's why its discolored,ragged and sh**ty i ain't about to toss when its been through all these dream wars with me ima undercover profit,thrift shop god i rather starve then sit inside this gridlock till it parts this tailor made rutiny ain't suitin me it's tied around my neck like 13 loops rafter an apple box heartless harvest of mine,I'm tired of pissin benediction maybe it ain't healthy,but sometimes i rather burn then let you help me it's getting brisk, brisk as f** my skin ain't thick enough ,these icicles ain't civil how many freezer burn victims can one society on tilt manufacture prior to hire,being intervening just to release last laughter and every tree trunks made of third rails with tourniquet branches and i learned to walk with an anchor in my back pocket and man i read palms during even the most brief handshakes and man i ain't alive to pull the weeds around the spotlit well I'm wallowin, followin my little lost princess to the promise land hollerin my potent slogan,hell if Nostradamus can conquering these open roads with throttle pin to floor cause Ima win right after i finish these chores Take Me to the basement lets zoom into that war paint sensation Take Me to the basement lets dissable the cause rotation sayin, if you choose to build or you'll die by the tools you build with so make some noise for all your predecessors reppin sturdy grillage Take Me to the basement lets deny the nervous rooms of pacin Take Me to the basement lets review the hearts ramifications sayin, if you choose to build or you'll die by the tools you build with so make some noise for all your predecessors reppin sturdy grillage