Aesop Rock

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No City

For want of a nail the shoe was lost

For want of a shoe the horse was lost

For want of a horse the rider was lost

For want of a rider the battle was lost

For want of a battle the kingdom was lost

And all for the want of a horse shoe

There is a hole in front of the shovel, shovel in front of the brawn

Six billion gorillas for whom the graves yawn

Each withered his mule-ish days to choose his tool of trade

Dueling blades that cue the cruel charade and fuel the flames

If you would clue the crew into the civil

Just get the food and land like you the man who flew the coop over the pit-bulls

Dash back flashy to compassionate nano police

Sat beneath an avalanche and jagged and nautical seas

And I would stop the violence more than I was Pontius Pilate

Cops and robbers riot by the vows of noxious sirens

A is gullible he figure all man equal no brainer

Take it his friends and neighbors didn't cater

Moms raised the babies through a very church-y eighties

Sunday mornings reinforced the waiting gates of Haties

And he brazen but apparently infernal bound now

For when a man had coughed recite his wrongs he wouldn't bow down

The punishment should fit the reasons you must punish him

Never puncture skin or pull the colored rugs from under them

Two opposing mother ships shall not employ the gunner's deck

Cause brotherhoods of public good do not employ the unctuous in you

Observing how the giveth is disproportionate to the taketh away decide to maketh his day

All the stoic odium glowing a coal holster

When he coulda stood easily in the tub juggling toasters

No mountain too high

No city too far

No coma tonight

No city tomorrow

No fire too live

No city too charred

To treaty to sign

No city to guard

I pick the phone up with a grown-up mode approach

Skin crawlin off the drawl and now it clawed the awkward tone up

I'd known it wasn't roses but hoped it was less corrosive

Coast in to the focus of the grossest diagnosis like

Holmes, the barnicles that chew upon the flesh of man

Have clued into suitor's capital to a beggars hand

Comfortably, sung a stubborn legacy of gluttony

With carnivores that burrow like hunters into the blood and meat

Umm, what?!?

The chinny chin up and the city picked her sinning pen up let her numb the spitting stigma

Along came a spider sold her eggs to any buyer

Now the shooter in back is six legs wider than the driver

If you make no friends on the way to the top rung

There is no secret handshake club I do not give a fuck

But know the cancers make the olive branches obviously standard

So when they extend from the yachts and mansions drop your cannons

All kings hang em for the cliff side drip dry

Will he clip to zip line or slip for his final dip dive

If he live, will he survive the milligrams of middle ground

They pump into the pinstripe pentagrams over tinsel town

Or kill a man who trickled down the city with his scissors out as sickles

Dipped in military hells bells and whistles

Riders to the east

Now the wild tribes

Thank you for the peace on earth and mercy miled high