Aesop Rock The Tugboat Complex, pt. 3 Lyrics:
Aesop Rock - The Tugboat Complex Pt. 3

I could make 'em all dance, or I could sleep I
could walk with a limp and make your step feel
incomplete people are made of match sticks, life
is but a flame note at the craftwork door the last
smirk of the the Damien mainframe my box cost
siphon third rail juice from lost poets inhabit
ocean bottoms with a bitter rotten scapegoat
pardons (note to self) don't bargain at martyr
parliament rallies where participants squeeze your
last giggle then whittle sacrificial finalies I
can tie my new faces alone, save your knee deep
offerings sorta bring puke coughing bunk persona
to light (I might) build anti-malignant railroads,
find you, and lay tracks adjacent just to scream
"fuck off" as the engine pulls out the
station what should we do with a thousand drunken
sailors? "kill 'em all, locate their family
address, release a mailer"

(dear sir or madam, your son or daughter's
embarrassed human kind consuming booze and gut
fuel, till they cruised across the line)

I spin gold, your raps are dirty lapsed towards
the nursery class act impression of a bubble (yeah
I could of been more subtle when polluting
paradise gene puddle) man huddles make us look
like cool peeps and I'm trying to school sheep
towards the right idea *c'ya* - 5X this basic
divine subsidiary bust center syllable logic, fold
origami plantation shut this picket fence *TANGLED
THROUGH your dream kitten, you'll probably never
hear this song let alone sip the mission long
enough to listen

(I smoke cigarettes down to filter, smoke the
filter down to space now I'm gonna roll this
question tight and smoke that shit up in your face
now if you were to alter masks every time fame
circus approaches do you really think your maker
wouldn't notice? *THINK ABOUT IT)

Okay, I've died a thousand, and I'll die a
thousand more, I leave footprints in fours, two
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for bi-peds, two more to break the door
practically caress the utterings of crushed by
drudgery brothers and sisters mothering stickler
cabin and madden shit I'll fix the wing for a
penny and a *PARABLE, yeah but this friendship
sunk with a barrel full of ?? pull I seen guys
harbor bad shiners then wonder why the culprits
sitting at the their rainbows ending rocks garbage
bag liners with out the apple seed it's useless (I
sat for greed) patched for boredom crafts a castle
out of toothpicks (I sat to breath) I breath to
hard nearly metamorph castle loose pins now I
stand to breath as not to disturb the*PLUMMAGE and
I know that's not a story, it no longer turns my
stomach hollering wolves in the form of one
frustrated culprit but a love tap full of washed
up stardom melted trying to milk it win a ticket
to right white lines highway sideways melt it
smelt it one love to the rungs in my ladder, one
love to the gathering of laughter bats that hung
from my rafters see the jackal met the badger,
they were both such fucking bad asses that
clashing wouldn't make sense (hence my tape deck)
now I ain't gonna name name's, and I ain't gonna
drag others in but I ain't about to say that I'm
the only cat you got bubbling your lucky, somehow
you managed to befriend some good people who will
sit and soak the evils you secrete, but why? I'm
not really sure

(knock the fuck off, kicking his lip across the
floor 'til the archival vinyl venom soak the lure
anti-clarity mechanism spit flattery burners
fusing a million majesty murders then stole the
crown)

oh wait that's right, you discovered me right?
offered up the peace pipe, and oh It's all cotton
candy when Aesop Rock the B line he's actin
foolish left in the middle of laying bricks (oh we
weren't building nothing but a great wall around
these stones and sticks) oh and for the record
I've been rhyming since me and Andre thought we
could freestyle built foundation out of passion
and brother dusty tasking studied dope rappers,
vocab expansion, poems and syllable placement your
just mad cuz somewhere in there you came and went
(I ain't the type to dwell) dismissed it as
casually non compatible and bounced obtained
status where I could straight objectively critique
your after projects like (damn that sounds fresh)
or (damn that shit is garbage, what happened? I'm
not even laughing) yeah, but the barriers were
broken (you choked) you made comments to the wrong
?? who out of respect and honor leaked your
program now like were both trying to sit and
breath another dawn so my advice to you is when I
say just "move on" *move on* - 5X
Lyrics: The Tugboat Complex, pt. 3, Aesop Rock [end]