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  • 作曲 : Anderson, Bavitz, Gaines
    (feat. Aesop Rock)
    [Intro: (Woman)]
    Poems for post modern decay
    [Zion]
    Yeah, Everyday's a new change, model life strain
    Microwave the brain, the babies get trained
    To be good worker bees, you can work for me
    $2.50 a week and you can sleep on the street
    Economoic malfuction, consume corruption
    Somethin's wrong with this picture, ecstacy with liquor
    Get a stand quicker, wither in the half moon light of my life we lose vigor
    By 28 we half gone already, cause the liver and the kidney corroding steady
    Get a doctor with some **** then he snatched confetti
    Got too many damn bills when my bank is empty
    [Chorus: Zion]
    (I keep fallin) trippin' I can't get up
    I keep fallin, trippin' I gotta get up
    (I keep fallin) trippin' I can't get up
    I keep fallin, trippin' I gotta get up
    [Aesop Rock]
    Yeah, OK, Who are the consumers
    What are you consuming
    Why are you not filtering the poison they are spooning
    Where you gunna be when the murder rate starts balooning
    Comin' to your senses on some who the **** made you king
    Fame is a ghostly hope, when every hero is a number to the rotary folk
    That's why the low brow plow through a government name
    You can trace the moniker if you can chase the train
    I place blame with a grotesque, enemy, bloody idol
    Leavin' it to the innocent to remedy the cycle
    My centipedes agree that every pedigree's entitled to that food, clothes, medicine recipe of the vital
    [Zion]
    I keep fallin' like I'm trippin
    I keep callin' be my prescription
    I keep fallin', and I listen
    I keep callin' for some assistance
    [Chorus x2]
    [Zion]
    Yeah, now let the beat guide dreams, I've seen my eyes wide
    Lookin' for a touch of the eternal, scribble in my journal
    Watch 'em while the world to burn, tryin' to find some serenity with every turn
    [Aesop Rock]
    Walk with a maggot brain affiliately over the main gate
    Quicker than he flickerin' at a pancake(?)
    ****tkicker, mini, and busy, in dark-city, wick lit, tryin to make a shark frenzy bark pennies
    [Chorus x2]
    [Poem]
    Diabolical times of mass murder, time full of it
    Speak ease even conversations is nuclear
    They fear when its a group of us so we roll in packs
    Space age patriot act, they got your phone tapped cousin
    What you gon do? Don't let fightin' this beast make a beast outta' you
    Sometimes I feel like a monster cleanin my 12 gauge
    Contemplating if I can murder or not, escape routes, and getaways
    But the rude awakenin' is man, they lockin' us in cages
    Tellin' us to abort our babies while they collect sperm donations
    Attempted depletion of a righteous nation
    We got a 100 cable stations, but something is what none of 'em are sayin'
    My eyelids achin' from bein' open so wide, space age genocide
    They can try but they can't hide, the fact that there's hope
    My history ain't start on no boat, chained and bound
    And the beauty is found that we fall, trip, but never hit the ground
  • 作曲 : Anderson, Bavitz, Gaines
    (feat. Aesop Rock)
    [Intro: (Woman)]
    Poems for post modern decay
    [Zion]
    Yeah, Everyday's a new change, model life strain
    Microwave the brain, the babies get trained
    To be good worker bees, you can work for me
    $2.50 a week and you can sleep on the street
    Economoic malfuction, consume corruption
    Somethin's wrong with this picture, ecstacy with liquor
    Get a stand quicker, wither in the half moon light of my life we lose vigor
    By 28 we half gone already, cause the liver and the kidney corroding steady
    Get a doctor with some **** then he snatched confetti
    Got too many damn bills when my bank is empty
    [Chorus: Zion]
    (I keep fallin) trippin' I can't get up
    I keep fallin, trippin' I gotta get up
    (I keep fallin) trippin' I can't get up
    I keep fallin, trippin' I gotta get up
    [Aesop Rock]
    Yeah, OK, Who are the consumers
    What are you consuming
    Why are you not filtering the poison they are spooning
    Where you gunna be when the murder rate starts balooning
    Comin' to your senses on some who the **** made you king
    Fame is a ghostly hope, when every hero is a number to the rotary folk
    That's why the low brow plow through a government name
    You can trace the moniker if you can chase the train
    I place blame with a grotesque, enemy, bloody idol
    Leavin' it to the innocent to remedy the cycle
    My centipedes agree that every pedigree's entitled to that food, clothes, medicine recipe of the vital
    [Zion]
    I keep fallin' like I'm trippin
    I keep callin' be my prescription
    I keep fallin', and I listen
    I keep callin' for some assistance
    [Chorus x2]
    [Zion]
    Yeah, now let the beat guide dreams, I've seen my eyes wide
    Lookin' for a touch of the eternal, scribble in my journal
    Watch 'em while the world to burn, tryin' to find some serenity with every turn
    [Aesop Rock]
    Walk with a maggot brain affiliately over the main gate
    Quicker than he flickerin' at a pancake(?)
    ****tkicker, mini, and busy, in dark-city, wick lit, tryin to make a shark frenzy bark pennies
    [Chorus x2]
    [Poem]
    Diabolical times of mass murder, time full of it
    Speak ease even conversations is nuclear
    They fear when its a group of us so we roll in packs
    Space age patriot act, they got your phone tapped cousin
    What you gon do? Don't let fightin' this beast make a beast outta' you
    Sometimes I feel like a monster cleanin my 12 gauge
    Contemplating if I can murder or not, escape routes, and getaways
    But the rude awakenin' is man, they lockin' us in cages
    Tellin' us to abort our babies while they collect sperm donations
    Attempted depletion of a righteous nation
    We got a 100 cable stations, but something is what none of 'em are sayin'
    My eyelids achin' from bein' open so wide, space age genocide
    They can try but they can't hide, the fact that there's hope
    My history ain't start on no boat, chained and bound
    And the beauty is found that we fall, trip, but never hit the ground