Aesop Rock - No City - Sözleri

For want of a nail the shoe was lost

For want of a shoe the horse was lost

For want of a horse the rider was lost

For want of a rider the battle was lost

For want of a battle the kingdom was lost

And all for the want of a horseshoe..



There is a hole in front of the shovel

Shovel in front of the brawn

Six billion gorillas for whom the graves yawn

Each with his ( ) days to choose his tool of trade

Duelin blades that qued a cruel charade and fuel the flames



Few would clue the crew into the civil

Skip the food and land like you the man

who flew the coop over the pit-bulls

Dash back, flashin and compassion

And now I don't believe this

Sat beneath an avalanche and jagged a nautical season



And I will stop the violence more than I was Pontious Pilot

Cops and robbers riot by the thoughts of noxious sirens

'A' as in gullible you figure all man equal no brainer

Take at his friends and neighbors dedicate 'er



Moms raised the babies through a very churchy '80s

Sunday mornings reinforce the waiting game to Hades

Any brazen but apparently infernal-bound now

For when a man of cloth has said his wrongs and when in doubt, doubt



The punishment should fit the reasons you must punish him

Never puncture skin or pull the colored rugs from under them

Two opposing mother ships shall not employ the gunners deck

'Cause brotherhoods of public good do not employ the unctuous

And you. observe and have the givetheth disproportionate

To the taketh away decide to maketh his day (do it)

All the stubborn odium glowin a coal host

To where he coulda stood easily in the tub jugglin toasters



[chorus]

No mountain too high

No city too far

No coma too night

No city tomorrow

No fire too live

No city too charged

No treaty too signed

No city too guard



I picked the phone up with a grown-up mode approach

Skin crawlin off the (drawer) and now I claw the awkward tone-em

I'd known it wasn't roses

But hoped it was less corrosive

Coastin to the focus of the grossest diagnosis

Like homes, the barnacles that chew upon the flesh of man

Have clued into the suitor was capital to a beggar sand

And uncomfortably. sung a stubborn legacy of gluttony

With carnivores that burrow like hunters into the blood in meat

umm, what?



Jenny chin-up and the city picked this in a pent-up letter numbed the spitting stigma

Along came a spider, sold a (regs) to any buyer

How to shoot a ringer back with six legs wider than the driver

If you make no friends on the way to the top rung

There is no secret handshake club I do not give a fuck

But know the cancers make the olive branches obviously standard

So when they extend from the Yatson mansions drop your canons



All kings hang em for the cliffs side drip dry

Will he clip the zip line or slip for his final dip dive?

If he live will he survive the milligrams of middle-ground

They pump into the pin-stripped pentagrams over Tinsel-town

Or kill a man who trickled down the city with his scissors out

Or sickles, dipped in military hells, bells and whistles

Riders to the east, not a wild tribes

Thank you for the peace on earth and mercy milds height



[chorus]

No mountain to high

No city too far

No coma too night

No city tomorrow

No fire too live

No city too charged

No treaty too signed

No city too guard


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