| Song | Bent Life |
| Artist | Aesop Rock |
| Album | Labor Days |
| 作词 : Aesop Rock | |
| {Aesop Rock} | |
| Yo I take 10 steps with a bedlamped vision | |
| Study the disorders we've absorbed inside the village | |
| I understand the plagues and shake hands with my grimace that remain up in my face like top to bottom train car fill ins | |
| Lets question the ascension of a broken social icon in various domino affect | |
| I'm blow this hex over the mission | |
| Just to administer the indoor sucker punch toward its pitiful condition { | |
| C-Rayz Walz} | |
| With no alibi love is used as a guide by the civilized | |
| Some see it as the body heat you feel when you close your eyes | |
| That's so much of a lie, you can leave your hair dyed and scorch your roots | |
| As the truth hits your ears begin to cry "Why Is It Like This!" | |
| Why the **** do | |
| I care? I don't have the answers, or at least the ones you want to hear | |
| City lights look like bright groups of fire flies | |
| Many see the truth (the proof) only when the liar dies | |
| Tires screech to a halt, the ground cries | |
| Spit sparks speak to the streets | |
| The skid marks are replies | |
| Read discussions of what we rode through entrenched in the vocals] | |
| The hopeless stay hopeful (the toxic fumes choke you) | |
| As I walk out my door, step into the pollution (I breathe in the problems) exhale solutions | |
| Physically the situation's hard to stop | |
| I had a wicked jump shot and sold crack rock on back blocks | |
| Casualties in this apocalypse (street chronicle) abnormal abdominals (push-ups phenomenal) | |
| Relaxin drinking my 6-pack maxing faxing my thoughts on the satellite, via | |
| Donahue (push it) | |
| Table talk, salt and pepper conversation | |
| Integrated sectors, metropolis and mecca | |
| It's a conspiracy (you know), | |
| I can't lie dukes | |
| Sometimes | |
| I feel the rats got a better deal than | |
| I do {Aesop | |
| Rock}(Chorus) | |
| It goes thieves, bandits, low lives, scum | |
| Punks that buckle under the rumble of my drum | |
| Steadily searching for something new under the sun | |
| But its stagnant, act of development burst of madness | |
| Thieves, bandits, low lives, scum | |
| Punks that buckle under the rumble of my drum | |
| Steadily searching for something new under the sun | |
| But its hurtin, act of development first diversion { | |
| C-Rayz Walz} | |
| A new universe in ancient, so | |
| I stay patient | |
| In a gravel pit, travelin thoughts and ravelin, pacing | |
| Embracing light of | |
| America, and found a shade of darkness (underground) | |
| The traincar used to be my apartment | |
| Sick of people rushin in the doors before | |
| I get out | |
| Conductors closing the doors before | |
| I get in, | |
| I shout "The Biz is Coming, The Biz is Coming!" | |
| Don't get worried now (We've been in a cold world!) | |
| We just getting flurries now? { | |
| Aesop Rock} | |
| Yeah, its like slowww dooowwwn, | |
| You're movin much to fast to bust through the finale fashioned glass | |
| Its delicate demeanor and | |
| I teach you how to hang | |
| But we like 19 7 something 20 clicks outside | |
| Danang (Theirs opinions) | |
| I apologize for the faulty academics but they placed us in a miserable stasis | |
| I let bygones be bygones | |
| But tryin to see eye to eye with the faceless just aint working the way the manual paints it | |
| See I soak in a blue note factory | |
| While most cats hassle bandits lamping solo | |
| And when the last red brick topples over the earth to intercept your crooked little mess | |
| I can be found in a social coma directly to your left | |
| Engaged in a conversation, a marvel with my breath | |
| Regarding how to document the shady baby steps | |
| I bounce checks like a modern man | |
| Sleep with one eye open while the other two drift together specimens from the promise land | |
| This for the thinkers | |
| This for the urchins allergic to they own stingers | |
| This for the absurd verdict linkers | |
| This for that cat at my shows that's always got prophetic opinions but cant remember where his drink is | |
| I'm wallowing, shrugging | |
| I'm plugging your corporation | |
| Cause we alley cats addicted to the sickly warped sensation | |
| Answer this: when all that's said and done are you a memorable troop or just a lab rat on the run | |
| Choose one { | |
| Chorus} |
| zuò cí : Aesop Rock | |
| Aesop Rock | |
| Yo I take 10 steps with a bedlamped vision | |
| Study the disorders we' ve absorbed inside the village | |
| I understand the plagues and shake hands with my grimace that remain up in my face like top to bottom train car fill ins | |
| Lets question the ascension of a broken social icon in various domino affect | |
| I' m blow this hex over the mission | |
| Just to administer the indoor sucker punch toward its pitiful condition | |
| CRayz Walz | |
| With no alibi love is used as a guide by the civilized | |
| Some see it as the body heat you feel when you close your eyes | |
| That' s so much of a lie, you can leave your hair dyed and scorch your roots | |
| As the truth hits your ears begin to cry " Why Is It Like This!" | |
| Why the do | |
| I care? I don' t have the answers, or at least the ones you want to hear | |
| City lights look like bright groups of fire flies | |
| Many see the truth the proof only when the liar dies | |
| Tires screech to a halt, the ground cries | |
| Spit sparks speak to the streets | |
| The skid marks are replies | |
| Read discussions of what we rode through entrenched in the vocals | |
| The hopeless stay hopeful the toxic fumes choke you | |
| As I walk out my door, step into the pollution I breathe in the problems exhale solutions | |
| Physically the situation' s hard to stop | |
| I had a wicked jump shot and sold crack rock on back blocks | |
| Casualties in this apocalypse street chronicle abnormal abdominals pushups phenomenal | |
| Relaxin drinking my 6pack maxing faxing my thoughts on the satellite, via | |
| Donahue push it | |
| Table talk, salt and pepper conversation | |
| Integrated sectors, metropolis and mecca | |
| It' s a conspiracy you know, | |
| I can' t lie dukes | |
| Sometimes | |
| I feel the rats got a better deal than | |
| I do Aesop | |
| Rock Chorus | |
| It goes thieves, bandits, low lives, scum | |
| Punks that buckle under the rumble of my drum | |
| Steadily searching for something new under the sun | |
| But its stagnant, act of development burst of madness | |
| Thieves, bandits, low lives, scum | |
| Punks that buckle under the rumble of my drum | |
| Steadily searching for something new under the sun | |
| But its hurtin, act of development first diversion | |
| CRayz Walz | |
| A new universe in ancient, so | |
| I stay patient | |
| In a gravel pit, travelin thoughts and ravelin, pacing | |
| Embracing light of | |
| America, and found a shade of darkness underground | |
| The traincar used to be my apartment | |
| Sick of people rushin in the doors before | |
| I get out | |
| Conductors closing the doors before | |
| I get in, | |
| I shout " The Biz is Coming, The Biz is Coming!" | |
| Don' t get worried now We' ve been in a cold world! | |
| We just getting flurries now? | |
| Aesop Rock | |
| Yeah, its like slowww dooowwwn, | |
| You' re movin much to fast to bust through the finale fashioned glass | |
| Its delicate demeanor and | |
| I teach you how to hang | |
| But we like 19 7 something 20 clicks outside | |
| Danang Theirs opinions | |
| I apologize for the faulty academics but they placed us in a miserable stasis | |
| I let bygones be bygones | |
| But tryin to see eye to eye with the faceless just aint working the way the manual paints it | |
| See I soak in a blue note factory | |
| While most cats hassle bandits lamping solo | |
| And when the last red brick topples over the earth to intercept your crooked little mess | |
| I can be found in a social coma directly to your left | |
| Engaged in a conversation, a marvel with my breath | |
| Regarding how to document the shady baby steps | |
| I bounce checks like a modern man | |
| Sleep with one eye open while the other two drift together specimens from the promise land | |
| This for the thinkers | |
| This for the urchins allergic to they own stingers | |
| This for the absurd verdict linkers | |
| This for that cat at my shows that' s always got prophetic opinions but cant remember where his drink is | |
| I' m wallowing, shrugging | |
| I' m plugging your corporation | |
| Cause we alley cats addicted to the sickly warped sensation | |
| Answer this: when all that' s said and done are you a memorable troop or just a lab rat on the run | |
| Choose one | |
| Chorus |