Blockhead - The Yes and the Y'all lyrics

[Aesop Rock] *acapella* 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 f** 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 motherf**ers 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 alot 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) [Movie sample] "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" [Aesop Rock] 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-cla**ic ba*tard 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 b**h about your syllabus [Hook] 4x Dwarfed by the lights, bewildered by the fanbase Bound by an idea, skeptical of the handshakes Skeptical of the handshakes {*repeat to fade*}