| Aesop Rock has some of the most unique lyrics you?ll hear in hip hop.It?s hard to catch everything he says, but read along with my profile song, and check out his delivery.Seriously, it?s ridiculous.The song is one great big metaphor.Loooooove it.Not to mention, the bass line is f*ckin?siiiick....(remember the Broomfield hip hop jams anyone?yeeeaaah)...The Harbor Is Yoursby: Aesop Rockfrom the album ?None Shall Pass?Throw your babies in the air.Dead men tell no tales.Just up push the daisies till the soil is staleIn a padded blue tux for the farmer?s saleMr.big sleep with the carp and kelpOnce upon a time in the days of yorewhen the people lived fresh outta legend and folk loreThere was an old pirate who piloted vial slanghad a bird perched on him and swash buckled the samepeg leg navigator starboard to portby the nautical star of ?"mael"?an the harbor is yoursand you should tell them where you situate the goldthat is unless you?d like a vacation with davy j-j-j-jones.like "walk the plank" for whom the shark thankmaroon the mutineers consume the souvenirs.come all the shiny spoils piled higher every yearhe was suffocating slow in the box of a buccaneerten summers prior on a night like thiscrows nest scopes something afloat to the boats westswore it blew him a kisswhen he focused saw the face of an angel upon the body of af-f-f-fish."What the heck!" grabbed for his telescopeshatter gathered himselfshe was ghost he was down the rope latterto deck circled the vessel the 360 swiftlyfound nothing in the water but salt, piss and whiskey.Yarr,heckled by the swabbies at the bar,he?ll be the laughing stock of the barbary coast warlike this dude either got two glass eyesor he wearing his patch on the wrong s-s-s-sideNow he knew what he sawBut had to prove he was rawSo he raped and he pillaged andand he?d feud and he?d brawltry to rekindle his rep via sabers and gun smokeand battle always find him though he never told cutthroatsMeanwhile, back in the now,Got a brand new skeleton crewOn the move outWhen they aren?t manning thirty burning cannons sternum bowthey are prying shiny metals out your m-m-m-mouthOkay, youth wanes old age holler wisdom n diseaselike the scurvy made his yellow gums bleed.And he was aching from his boots to the feather in his captill his quartermaster showed up with a stolen treasure mapOne look down and leapt off the dock,see if you can guess where X marked the spotThe capital was buried at sea in a cursed cave,only one mile from where he?d seen the mer-mer-mer-maid.anchors up, hoist the jolly roger thank you much.day and night with his hook hands raised and clutchedbut see the vitamin deficiency was strongso by the time they bumped into the island he could barely lift his grogcrawled off the boat, collapsed in the sandprayers in the air, seashells in his handan area high tide so grandit?s the one that put the one that putthe lady of the lake on dry la-la-la-landI wish i could tell you that it ended happypretend like his bones weren?t practically snappingpretend like her gills didn?t dry up and sufferbut that?s a half-dead pirate and a fish outta water.No lie, scout?s honor, got a million morefrom the burgundy lighting above the shores of whoresbefore your delusions of grandeur go to swell those sailsremember that dead men tell no t-t-t-taleswalk the plank into the seasplashGoooood stuff.~H |
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