Dead Pan Lyrics & Tabs by Aesop Rock
Dead Pan
guitar chords lyrics
This be the dawning of the age of dead water
Stitchin every b-boy fragment [stationary]
Somebody live enough to bust through the belly with a fist up
This is a right now generation murdered by the fan base
This is adored by the writers-Dead water
With a still force activated
No I'm not feelin alright
Formed by the village of badness and bad karma
Punched by the stagnant water gate threw the wibbo back
But by the window's still three nickels in a piggy bank
Caught her with her head up funny stomach from the hunger pains
Flashed automatic b-boy with big visions
In a matchbox apartment adjacent a crooked starship
doomed better nation the million's the only remedy
Nine dizzy planets with a bullet riding centerpiece
In a matchbox apartment adjacent a crooked starship
doomed better nation the million's the only remedy
Nine dizzy planets with a bullet riding centerpiece
Take Me Through The Gates ((i'm) through the gates)
I'm bout as sick of burning find the hottest slacker in a visionary costume
Con artist kamikaze conduct
Warm for a second to the minute he whored herself to disaster
I recognize the cankers by the mechanical stagger
As opposed to the skip of big brother bad slasher
Theologies who need to keep the cookies caffeinated
like a mad hatter that'll sleep now, ask after
Calibrate the happyscale-when he's soakin
wet with a mouthful of dead ideas and see ifwho tipped zero
Stripped ego, tall stories of broad glory
I'll be god while you're still living life on a full 40
Or maybe I'll be grimacing home, poor, broke and lonely
Hidden by my billygoat beard and cardboard monstrosity
I drink a bad glass of gumption
Not bad meaning bad, but (bad) meaning disgusting
Wildchild activater activate sludge enough to dungeon for a accolade and now wild ones
I committed wild murder, went through the city
with a wild merger, woke up in a wildstyle burner
Space case, boom box, hate tapes, no lemonade breaks (zsweat), no cheddar in labor days
Right now, im here to break a point of big/bitch system plus my screen
I was never cursed in a russmeyer bixon
Spit sob stories to confront my dick addictions
Of the dirty basement at the graves of Salem witches
Driving my stake through the face of painstaking business (dead bait/checkmate)
But I scream Misery (better breath take)
Out of sleep, lifted up lobotomy, little Jackie paper
and a magic dragon sack of dirty shrubbery
I'll be the ugliest version of paranoia
kingpin set in motion by the secondhand pressure
Some get excited when the sun folds under
Some get excited when the summer hits the pavement
Some get excited when the bullets hits bone and a board
I'll escape through the train yard and sleep till it's broken
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This be the settling of debt of warm water
A mobile b-boy function [immobile]
Somebody mad enough to cut apart the curtain with a fist up
This is the dagger in the 88 magnificent memorial
This is the heater to a movement
dead water
When I broke fifth thousand sparks
No I'm not feelin alright
This be the windshear dodgin dead water
Solitary b-boy wonder
Somebody fresh enough to reinvent the court with a fist up
This is the funky outline around a classic breakbeat
This is an agitated moment-
dead water
With a burnt future, beaten, ugly
No I'm not feelin' alright
