(Chill with that ill behavior)      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 (uh)   Slightly foul Gershwin   With a bed of nails and drum lust   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 by stand witness the die hard fans turn Rip Van   In the poppy fields of N.Y.'s orchestrated brick gauntlet   Now I'm thinkin' who am I Jabberwocky Super fly bent left   Pushin' war without the ten step cushion and what (what)   I plan to hold this beat positive sacred in these golden veins   Until the day I die from grimace overload   Its shock (its 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 harp-less   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 wanna be a hero try saving something other than hip-hop   And maybe hip-hop'll save you from the pit-stop   Kill 'em all, yield    (Nah 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 needles 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 TV. 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 spiel’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 (latch cord)   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   Rhyme Sayers baby, they ain’t got nothin’ to save   Aesop Rock, I ain’t got nothin’ to save   It’s like that