[Intro - Unknown man]   Thou mayest indeed   Tune onto the forbidden channel   And see it like it is baby      *Record Scratch in*   You should be a champion   Never fall on me   Deceit, deceit, deceit   *Record Scratch out*      "Getting dusty in the cellar"         [Verse 1 - Aesop Rock]      Yo   I was thinking about my sick friend   Stringing a ring around my wit's end   13 loops later his feet hung inches out the pig pen   Motley day goblins brought him pillage to pass the stillness   With bad javelin tip dipped inside barreled black magic brilliance   Who rose at the tomb of the Unknown Soldier?    To capture the fascist fragment choreographed in traffic dancing for nickels   Looked like sickle cells to the principles of pi rotary   One hope distortion odyssey sputters itself to my how not example sample   Give me the bread crust while considering the littering   I don't pity the head rush or the whimpering, spill   Anchor to rock bottom, rocks bottom packs a ravenous catalyst   Sprung arachnid, leashed by the carnal tyrant   I choked when the cage bird sings it stings   Springs me out delirium to stitch them clipped wings   I sink instinctively brinked while theyre clinging the shrieking souls   Mourning the death of fallen ideologues to quality control   Quality control, stand still string up the banner   From the beehive to the anthill; rag dummy   Incorporate the unison of Vikings ship throwers plus the perfection   Of the twice to burn with half the stone throwers, speak your assessments   My communicative hinderance pleads the needs   Of a billion hungry victims gripped by the hell that's slipped to splinters and   got Shiving up the mass of natives and it's league marvels   One component's sure to shock a mass burial, breeze   Broken penny bank fragments float up at stagnant seas   Dirty work plus applicants with chatter box disease   Iron bandit, give them the stars, the head balloons and rubies   Asked for many moons and I can't stand it any more         [Unknown man]   This is how I feel that I sling   And the regulars were so amazed      *Record Scratch in*   I'm the mightiest slinger of them all!   There is a time for war and a time for peace   And a time to run and a time to split   *Record Scratch out*      "Getting dusty in the cellar"         [Verse 2 - Aesop Rock]      I don't run a funny race, malnourished monarchs and loopy admirals   Where 99.9% swear by their broken axels   I built boats of a pack rat bats of bully club swung   Post utility inhalants nail it to stability and sail it   Lopsided Star bird bow crooked mass makeshift   Patching holes with chewing gum and stitching sail to thirsty faces   Observe me sitting with my eyes tied to the clock, 'Cause    I know that once that wind kicks up you and your motors left roped to the dock   And it's the, art of clarity married to slender extension   Of blue sky of a happy neighborhood   String on my ring has left me dancing like wooden dummies in a paper nature   Merry etiquette's a door nail, Friends is little brittle dolls of paper   In assembly, I tremble with a crocodile smile   Hiding a fish out of water complex provided upon entry   Now if I, were to, hold to speed   To levigate the game plan, would you honestly impede   I mean I guess, I can just divorce me from the rest   And blame my chemical imbalance for the fact I've made a mess   But my loyalty supply hints on which inklings I should run with   And I'm thinking that damn town prior's about to fill this here bucket   It's that, grand precious that precious that part of you wants to touch   And part of you just wants to sit and be impressed with   Tainted agony induct in barnacle attachments   Mood swinging upon the barnstorm to perpendicular traffic   Spread, circle 4,000 circuits you burn to cater wings   Above alkadiene Townsman spoon-fed the shadow   I'm tired of being wired into the thief ratio   It's gnawing a hole through my scheme so I leave (know what I mean?)         [Outro - Unknown man]   It is the molotov cocktail hour   Have I not brought you blessings without number?      *Record Scratch in*   They have plenty of nothing and nothing is plenty for them   Yea   I've never had it so good   *Record Scratch out*      "Getting dusty in the cellar" x3