Coward Of The Year Lyrics

[the Controls]
Does it feel, you're the coward of the year?

[Percee P]
I'm so laborious, bright,
Its a wreck in dire vocabulary,
Adversaries will commence to ignite like magnesium
oxide, canned argon peroxide,
I'm hazardous, more poisonous than 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
Aaron Cometbus

[Aesop]
Hey yo, One heart plated with purely golden tiles,
Mixed with a little mischief behold style,
Load a back alley shiner liquid
Tomb raider with a most fertile assortment of spitting
logic,
'Til 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 with but a small percentage of
the masses and their fashion

[the Controls]
You 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

[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, dont try tampering with my brand of
style could by stand,
the only witness [?] is God's (this guy's) camera
taping me

[Singing]
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

[Aesop]
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 lessoning 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 anti hero
dosage,
In a cradle I label the dreaded simulation we compile,
Tenents embeded within synthetic inclination
We have never dined on bait so when corrupt crooks
hook simple Samaritans' 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 town squatter bother me
not,
My wallow across 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'm gonna spit cobalt 'til
every angel flys,
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 populous cleared,
I'll be the last star fighter sipping a goblet of my
tears

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