Aesop Ipsum

Placeholder text using Aesop Rock lyrics

When you can't work with real content, bring some of the illest rap lyrics ever written to your projects:

Cats know the ambiance calm beyond comparison

Bantamweight temper tantrum, decrepit anthem, set a low goal, I arrive late. Close encounters of the first kind, contact cursed minds skies red. Stuck sitting spinning world wide webs, over whim and worry flurried on your sidesteps. What a long capitol crust, gallop my charriot burning and awful enigma, sprung by the sling of David appears gutterbug batch, prior to hatch, dismiss it as a soul condensing, excuse to decorate maps with thumb tacks this gold star product, pushing hate boogie themes enter the smoke screen blazing saddle remnants.

  • Axis pivotal point spun all to often
  • So one overlooked the scene including loopholes
  • Crooked rumors turn zoomers when rookies talkin'
  • Now taciturn facets burn open to yield malarkey navigator
  • Edgy from elevensies to megabucks

We cadets hold determination as property undeniably divine; we leak passion for the noise. There is not a track to cherish from he who lacks merit.

Ok, I lay me down to sleep, creepin' a slumber under red skies

I forever wallow in glitches, grimly distributed by side effects, consumed, cocooned in antisocial trenches, drenched. Ok, I lay me down to sleep, creepin' a slumber under red skies, heads splittin', straight sippin' a drip of dead vibes. It's red tides from here, stop and smell analog hell, clenchin' a stench of burnin' logics and a child with yearning optics. In a cradle I label the dreaded simulation we compile, tenants embeded within synthetic inclination. We have never dined on bait so when corrupt crooks hook simple Samaritans' eyes buried in books. I got a mantle, and the mantle is a candle, and my candle is a flame that burns to symbolize the day Gretel met Hansel. Then I settle at a stand still. Grief leaf thief briefly turned chieftan, the tapwater's on, the water's off, the water's leaking.

Billy-goat beard twenty years in the making, carried lures in his brim, carried beer in his waders, stinked like alcohol of all prominent flavors, carried knives in his vest, carried war in his nature. Sat among the forest floor critters and pine cones, could tie a perfect fly with his eyes closed, veteran angler with a mission to run, make all naysayers hold t-t-t-tongues. Busting accidental dirt bike donuts, outside the most ridiculous poison tongue brain silo, dead before the chubby debutante conquered the high note, schooled by the cruel intention inventions pensive sideshow. You're cordially invited to accompany me, in rotations of the tables to label the opposition. As I choose, refusing to evolve with the cold, rapidly dissolved my involvement in a solvent of soul and roll back

Let the back burner boiling point descend

I used to have a rope ladder but tattered were the rungs, I strung it from the highest willow, trying to hug the sun. This is a never dug disco, Zoo York tycoon, memorandum bonanza banter clamp crunk out the fish bowl.