"Coward Of The Year" lyrics - AESOP ROCK
[Intro: Ann Colville]
Does it feel you're the coward of the year?
You're the coward of the year
[Verse 1: Percee P]
I'm so laborious, bright
Its a wreck in dire vocabulary
Adversaries will commence to ignite like magnesium oxide combined with peroxide
I'm hazardous, poisonous, the carbon monoxide
Earning stacks, gold/sterling plaques from burning tracks
Your learning that if your unconcerned with rap no turning back now
Man I'll bomb you please from up in the trees
I'll freeze the season with a tighter squeeze than anacondas
[Verse 2: Aesop Rock]
Ayo, one heart plated with purely golden tiles
Mixed with a little mischief, behold style
Load a back alley shaman liquid Tomb Raider with a most fertile assortment of spitting logics
For the lab rats gone colossus in the spotlight
Now Aesop Rock be the handle
While your breath control is tough, to breath along is not enough
I correspond to a kick snare blind, but share the passion
But a small percentage of the masses and their fashion
[Bridge: Ann Colville]
You've got a feeling that you got me where you want me
I've wait within the palm of your hand
And you've got cartoons in the morning while I'm sleeping
I've just got dreams that I don't understand
[Verse 3: Percee P]
Supply the checks, Known from Cali, Chi to Lex
My respect and styles some try to get, but die direct from the side affects
You crave Perc 'cause I'm well equip with predicate
Your too delicate for this fella flip kid you better get saved first
Called freaks give me no floor feet all sweet small peeks
'Cause my stocks exchange they bore street still the slick
Kicking the illest hits who kill us quick when I build this?
Spit more rounds than Bruce Willis flicks
Ideas and flow raise eyelids that's why kids make hybrid rhymes
Supplied with step this God did years ago to grasp a taste
Have to place them in a glass case and observe 'em from a Nasa space center with a mask on face
Coward of the year make others fear the way this brother is empowered
I am the bomb, don't try tampering with my brand of style could by stand
The only witness [?] is God's (this guy's) camera taping me
[Chorus: Ann Colville]
I'm here
Does it feel you're the coward of the year?
I'm gone too far
Somebody pull me home, too gone, too far, too gone, too far
[Verse 4: Aesop Rock]
Sadly I withered a non-believer
When pride covered this [must?] lust, anger, gluttony, envy and sloth form the frame of your demeanor
I address, but a rapidly lessening portion of majors
Dissolved in the abortion of creations new laborers
Pilot burner, riddle of trades, divinity, composers
And tunnel through and out of spite the antihero dosage
In a cradle I label the dreaded simulation we compile
Tenets embedded within synthetic inclination
We have never dined on bait so when corrupt crooks
Hook simple Samaritan's eyes buried in books
Shift on a badda datta sun moon merger to guard the difference
The New York MC population dancing uncontrollable expansion
I, cyclothymic pound dodger
Push a wooden nickel towards a town squatter, bother me not
My wallow 'cross the village, drunk and mumbling in the streets
'Bout how an angel gets its wings with every blue note I release
An angel gets its wings with every blue note I release?
Could this be lies? 'Cause I'ma spit cobalt 'til every angel flies
I blew the operation set to clinch Victor
Walkie talkers turn awkward fixtures to complete the wicked mixture
The fire and ice combination adjourns fresh
I return with the last living specimen caressed
When the earth is vacated and the populace cleared
I'll be the last star fighter sipping a goblet of my tears
[Chorus: Ann Colville]
I'm here
Does it feel you're the coward of the year?
I'm gone too far
Somebody pull me home, too gone, too far, too gone, too far
