Labor

"This is labor" {*echoes*} {*sample cut and scratched*} [Aesop Rock]

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*}