[00:00.00] 作词 : Aesop Rock
[00:01.08]"This is labor" {*echoes*} {*sample cut and scratched*} [Aesop Rock]
[00:11.37]Who put the monkey wrench in well oiled prefectionist emblem
[00:14.16]Just to watch these moniters spit white noise through your office space auto made
[00:17.67]I infect jolly gene pool dissented cloud clusters
[00:20.34]Brushing dust mites off your starborn all revolution sound jugglers
[00:23.46]Delinquent fan for brick habitat bob, weave, stick, move fence and pause somewhere in the middle for slick invention
[00:29.25]This years brain crop spread spectacular
[00:31.14]I ain't mad at cha don't stay mad at the caliber
[00:33.48]I twist characters like twist characters
[00:35.22]Tally up the alley cat aggresion in this
[00:37.38]Doug E. Fresh infested mess up bassline lust
[00:39.72]An automatic
[00:40.26]B-boy krylon can't combust circuits
[00:42.42]Working these war pig cyphers with
[00:44.07]Ted Stryker stability and kamakazi chivalry
[00:46.98]I alone noble in a worm food feud
[00:49.80]Walking dead generation ain't nobody asking for your patience
[00:53.46]Grand opening holding me to face the fact that
[00:55.74]I knew myself and didn't have to ask nobody else (Talk about labor)
[00:59.16]Fantastic planet urchin puting work in
[01:01.29]Searching for pertinent verse minus the murderous diversions
[01:04.41]Apologies won't lore me to the communal sob story nor would
[01:07.53]I sacrifice lifestyle to benefit jury temperament
[01:10.26]This whole
[01:10.62]Green Goblin webcutter butts up against crayola daydream landscapes spittin bedlam,
[01:14.91]Dead em Charge the villagers nickles and nicotine to watch them fed to one disgruntled crack at the high noon (We sell popcorn, beer and balloons!)
[01:21.75]I got an inkling this gon be the one children bicker over
[01:24.63]And start warriors vs. baseball fury element to glitches mode of sensory development
[01:29.22]I am a star really!
[01:30.57]The big bang bastard's back with a one way ticket to
[01:33.00]Beat Street
[01:33.66]This all is like relevent to human-kind supply demand ratios, man learn it,
[01:38.10]I work past the surface
[01:39.63]I work on what
[01:40.26]I love, I work the service all my burdens
[01:42.33]And I work till this here little flat line closes the curtains {*beat plays with some scracthing*}

作词 : Aesop Rock
"This is labor" {*echoes*} {*sample cut and scratched*}
Who put the monkey wrench in well oiled prefectionist emblem
Just to watch these moniters spit white noise through your office space auto made
I infect jolly gene pool dissented cloud clusters
Brushing dust mites off your starborn all revolution sound jugglers
Delinquent fan for brick habitat bob, weave, stick, move fence and pause somewhere in the middle for slick invention
This years brain crop spread spectacular
I ain't mad at cha don't stay mad at the caliber
I twist characters like twist characters
Tally up the alley cat aggresion in this
Doug E. Fresh infested mess up bassline lust
An automatic
B-boy krylon can't combust circuits
Working these war pig cyphers with
Ted Stryker stability and kamakazi chivalry
I alone noble in a worm food feud
Walking dead generation ain't nobody asking for your patience
Grand opening holding me to face the fact that
I knew myself and didn't have to ask nobody else (Talk about labor)
Fantastic planet urchin puting work in
Searching for pertinent verse minus the murderous diversions
Apologies won't lore me to the communal sob story nor would
I sacrifice lifestyle to benefit jury temperament
This whole
Green Goblin webcutter butts up against crayola daydream landscapes spittin bedlam,
Dead em Charge the villagers nickles and nicotine to watch them fed to one disgruntled crack at the high noon (We sell popcorn, beer and balloons!)
I got an inkling this gon be the one children bicker over
And start warriors vs. baseball fury element to glitches mode of sensory development
I am a star really!
The big bang bastard's back with a one way ticket to
Beat Street
This all is like relevent to human-kind supply demand ratios, man learn it,
I work past the surface
I work on what
I love, I work the service all my burdens
And I work till this here little flat line closes the curtains {*beat plays with some scracthing*}