Save Yourself Songtext

von Aesop Rock

Pull the pin out
Sheep creep' in wolf guard
Fronted by the Hail Mary parry lunge mix (mix)
Kill the populace for civility
Jeopardy's a stickler
Its' bob and weave amalgam played the fountain to your fixture
I branch out arms flailing backwards
Wail' in 'pon a tidy sound circuit
Slightly bile Gershwin
With the bitter nails and drum lust plus disgusted service
Work' in shifts opposite to your asbestos brain furnace
I be the now observatory
I hear intend a feeler, spit' in like a dragon with a similar demeanor
Split innocent by stands
Witness the die hard fans turn Rip Van in the poppy fields
In NY talk' in striated brick gauntlet
Now I'm think' in who am I Jabberwocky super fly
Bent left push' in more with out the ten step cushion
And what (what)
I plan to be hope this be positive sacred in these golden veins until the day I die from grimace overload
Its shock treatment (treatment)
Offered by the weekend, opiate get away let's just play the sequence
It goes one for the heartless, three for returning my guardian angle harp less
And the rest is 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 doll
And I take cash credit check money order gold and cigarette cartons
Got caught up in the universe, try' in to zoom in on stardom
Forgot the passion plus the hatred, both were base carbon
Next time you wanna be a hero try save' in something other than hip-hop
And maybe hip-hop will save you from the pit stop
Kill'em all yield (aw man it wasn't me it wasn't me??)
Believe me to tip toe past the pearly gates
Capture the halo
Jet back to base
Step fast to chase the bad taste of jet lag and weight slackers
There ain't noth'in broken, where you at
Pistons pump perfect, where you at
The base tone is Merlin, where you at
The services a urgent work' in surgeon purge' in formulas lurk' in for an improper cause is whack

Chorus

What are you saving?
Honestly (honestly) (honestly)
What are you saving?
Honestly (honestly) (no honestly)
What are you saving? (honestly)
(Damn) Promise we won't shut the fuck up and recognize what you hold' in ain't really broken
I meant what are you saving?
Honestly (honestly) (no honestly)
What are you saving?
Honestly (honestly) (honestly)
What are you saving?
Honestly
(Damn) Promise we won't shut the fuck up and recognize what you hold' in ain't really broken

I don't flick needles like my sick friend (friend)
I don't march like Beatle Bialy through a quick trend (trend)
I don't freak with churches steeples on my weekend (end)
And I don't comment if you form your little weak zen

(Double Time)

All I ever really wanted was a getaway
I'm a take a chance by letting a brook slide over to my hands
I cannot agree to follow with these along the borderline war with out a reason for the pre game score
Bring out your dead we could put' em in a pile and burn' em with the novels so the kids can admire
Kill the ones that speak from a different light but what brother kill the noise?? .

Okay welcome to the kamikaze bottle rocket cockpit
Live by the icy cold hand of bad intention youth blender
Okay I'll let God warm the bench for now but I'll ascend to spin y'all dizzy
And for the record I'm bring' in my TV with me
It goes let the commoners speak publicly then disperse high gene
These cats that swear by third pupil but can't see past the loop hole
Motherfucker my word is born like Siamese triplets with doctor lawyer rocket scientist prompts (let him grow leisurely)
Hey mom I'm a fix what I've broke along this path
Once my spiels perfected, I'm a save you a seat in the front row of Aesop Rocks twelve steps to shut the fuck up seminar
And when all these bicker' in crowds turn solid, you gone be proud
I tack hacks to the lack board
Honesty's a latch cord
Theories fall flop obsolete
Serenity's' a crack whore
War parquet sure a mayhem standard branded by the labor
With a thousand reasons to end this for every one of you saviors
Saw the brightest burst ironically wander' in the vacant stage
Gave me the pound for burn' in were bunk radios engaged
Keep me posted as to when you grasp something mature to sit and sulk about mister
And I'll consider pick' in up your record

Chorus