(Chill with that ill behavior) - KRS sample
Pull the pin out,
sheep creep in wolf garb
Fronted by the Hail Mary parry lunge mixer
Kill the populace for stability,
jeopardy's a stickler
Its bob and weave amalgam played
the falcon to your fixture
I branch out,
arms flailing backwards
wailin upon a tidy sound circuit
slightly foul Gershwin
with a bed of nails and drumlust plus
disgusted service
workin in shifts opposite the
asbestos brain furnace
I be the now observatory eye
ear antenna feeler
Spittin like a dragon with
a similar demeanor
stood innocent bystand witness
the diehard fans turn Rip Van
in the poppy fields of
N.Y.'s orchestrated brick gauntlet
Now I'm thinkin who am I
Jabberwocky Superfly bent left
Pushin war without the ten step
cushion and what (what)
I plan to hold this beat positive
sacred in these golde veins
Until the day I die from grimace overload
It's shock (it's shock)
treatment offered by the weekend
this still be a getaway,
let's display the sequence it goes:
One for the heartless thievery turning
my guardian angel harpless
And the rest to sweep the mess under
the carpet (under the carpet)
I drag a yellow taxi meter
behind every measure
And charge cats for labeling
me shepherd
That'll be Six Fifty plus tip darlin,
I take cash, credit, check, money- order,
gold and cigarette cartons
Huh, got caught up in the universe
tryin to zoom in on stardom
Forgot the passion plus the hatred,
both were based in Carbon
Next time you want to be a hero try
saving somethin other than hip- hop
And maybe hip- hop'll save
you from the pit- stop
Kill em all, yield
(naw man It wasn't me it was
Holden Caulfield brother
I just read and pulled the trigger)
Oh God, well leave me to tiptoe
past the pearly gates
capture the halo, jet back to base,
step past the chase
the bad taste of jet- lag
and weight slackers
There ain't nothin broken,
where you at?
The pistons pump perfect, where you at?
The bass tone is Merlin, where you at?
This service is a urgent
workin surgeons
Purging formulas lookin for an improper
cause is whack
(Chorus 2x)
What are you saving,
honestly? (honestly, honestly)
What are you saving,
honestly? (honestly, no honestly)
What are you saving,
honestly? (damn)
Promise me you gon shut the
fuck up and recognize
What you holdin ain't really broken?
I don't flick neeedles like my
sick friend (friend)
I don't march like Beetle Bailey through
a quick trend (trend)
I don't frequent church's steeples
on my weekend (end)
And I don't comment if you
formulate a weak Zen.
All I ever really wanted was a getaway
I'ma take a chance by letting a brook
slide for what I got in my hands
I can not agree to follow a leader
while on the borderline
A war without a reason for the
Brady hates gore
Bring out your dead we can
put em in a pile
And burn em with the novels
for the kids then to admire
KIll the ones that speak
from a different life
Brewin other killer noise
makin the sentiment...
Okay, welcome to the
Kamikaze bottle rocket cockpit
Live by the icy cold hand of bad
intention youth blender
Oh yeah I'll let God warm
the bench for now but
I'll ascend to spin y'all dizzy
(and for the record I'm bringin
my t.v. with me)
Yo, let the commoners speak publicly
Then disperse eye jammies for cats
that swear by third pupil
But can't see past the loophole
Motherfucker,
my word is born like Siamese triplets
With doctor, lawyer,
rocket scientist promise
(let em grow leisurely)
Hey Mom, I'ma fix without my
probe along this path
Once my shpeel's perfected I'ma
save you a seat in the front row
Of Aesop Rock's twelve steps
to shut the fuck up seminar
And when all these bickering crowds
turn solid you gon be proud
I tack hacks to the (backboard)
Honesty's a (latchcord)
Fury's far from (obsolete)
Serenity's a (crack war)
Raw caricature of mayhem standard
branded by the labor
With a thousand reasons to end this
for every one of you saviors
Saw the brightest burst ironically
wide from the vacant stage
Gave it a pound for burning
where bunk ratio's engaged
Keep me posted as to when you
grasp something mature to
sit and sulk about mister,
and I'll consider pickin up your record
(Chorus 2x)
The Authors,
they ain't got nothin to save
The Overground,
man they ain't got nothin to save
Def Jux, they ain't got nothin to save
The Addams Family,
they ain't got nothin to save
Weightless, they ain't got nothin to save
Stronghold man, they ain't
got
nothin
to save
Rhymesayers baby,
they ain't got nothin to save
Aesop Rock, I ain't got nothin to save
it's llike that
