| Song | Getaway Car |
| Artist | Aesop Rock |
| Album | None Shall Pass |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Breeze Brewin | |
| Yo, I'll send this to all of my corporate corpses | |
| Trying to abort the thoughts, coming out wilin' | |
| Time to off the office, | |
| I was surely sort of twisted | |
| Worked at a tv studio, an audio assistant | |
| Easy, do my duty, though at times was in a 'me' mood | |
| Hot I gotta be cool | |
| I was on the brink of fiends truth | |
| Livin in the green room | |
| Made a brother the same color but beyond neon | |
| Pushing me to peon | |
| Barking at dreams to be gone | |
| Tending to the talent and many they haven't any | |
| Was especially a challenge | |
| When you be like | |
| God damnit | |
| Can he lift his vocal | |
| As he's cuffing it, how my mic sound? | |
| Thinking on the low, it's perfect when he put the mic down | |
| Clown stand steady, willing wanting subservient | |
| Sound man blurting in thinking | |
| I'd ****ing murder themsteaming when | |
| I'm watching duke | |
| Scheming on some hot pursuit | |
| Gotta win as these cats be modelin' what not to do | |
| In a getaway car | |
| In a getaway car | |
| In a getaway car, car, car, car | |
| In a getaway car | |
| In a getaway car | |
| In a getaway car, car, car, car | |
| Six in the morning and the walls close in | |
| High noon calls and the walls own him | |
| Kings at the ready now the walls won't win | |
| Aesop Rock | |
| Storms on the harbor, like a harbinger of bore | |
| Gore's my harbinger, pardon the art of war | |
| Get your door's darkened by the house of card carpenters | |
| Who never thought a slave could be a | |
| Spartacus or | |
| Pencil sharpener with a resume for the carnivores | |
| Take important conference calls | |
| In corner office walls | |
| Stealin buckets | |
| A bunch of these punch numbers | |
| Five punch just say no to company functions | |
| And I duck into the dungeons | |
| Nothing says kill it | |
| Like a day of pinching paperclips and staplers for the privilege | |
| Two lives, one is chores for whores | |
| One is where | |
| I wanna be when you begin regretting yours | |
| And I'm boredom with a large coffee | |
| Tardy every morning | |
| To a man who authority beyond what it was for | |
| How you gonna pay the rent?day job great | |
| Make rap records matter fact thanks! | |
| Peace!In a getaway car | |
| In a getaway car | |
| In a getaway car, car, car, car | |
| In a getaway car | |
| In a getaway car | |
| In a getaway car, car, car, car | |
| Six in the morning and the walls close in | |
| High noon calls and the walls own him | |
| Kings at the ready now the walls won't win | |
| CageIn a hospital gown day off from being tied down in recreation | |
| Swinging a paddle at mental patients | |
| Raping the competition to smother the pain and sin, | |
| So he pound you out in table tennis like | |
| Wang Liqin | |
| Too strange within just to stop | |
| Demented interaction sleep and thoughts documented | |
| He's lingering insane paint thinner in his vein | |
| Colors blown out around the doctors finger in his brain | |
| With a needle unable to beat him in a fetal position | |
| He crafted a path to escape his condition | |
| Would cling to the white walls the psych halls | |
| In his mind soon bled the words he would speak to the world in time, | |
| But not before more injections strapped to the bed | |
| Until the psycho-tropics took hold of the rap in his head | |
| When his wrists released, he wrote tunes you could snoop through | |
| Day of release said, "Depart from me, I never knew you." | |
| I'm leaving… |
| Breeze Brewin | |
| Yo, I' ll send this to all of my corporate corpses | |
| Trying to abort the thoughts, coming out wilin' | |
| Time to off the office, | |
| I was surely sort of twisted | |
| Worked at a tv studio, an audio assistant | |
| Easy, do my duty, though at times was in a ' me' mood | |
| Hot I gotta be cool | |
| I was on the brink of fiends truth | |
| Livin in the green room | |
| Made a brother the same color but beyond neon | |
| Pushing me to peon | |
| Barking at dreams to be gone | |
| Tending to the talent and many they haven' t any | |
| Was especially a challenge | |
| When you be like | |
| God damnit | |
| Can he lift his vocal | |
| As he' s cuffing it, how my mic sound? | |
| Thinking on the low, it' s perfect when he put the mic down | |
| Clown stand steady, willing wanting subservient | |
| Sound man blurting in thinking | |
| I' d ing murder themsteaming when | |
| I' m watching duke | |
| Scheming on some hot pursuit | |
| Gotta win as these cats be modelin' what not to do | |
| In a getaway car | |
| In a getaway car | |
| In a getaway car, car, car, car | |
| In a getaway car | |
| In a getaway car | |
| In a getaway car, car, car, car | |
| Six in the morning and the walls close in | |
| High noon calls and the walls own him | |
| Kings at the ready now the walls won' t win | |
| Aesop Rock | |
| Storms on the harbor, like a harbinger of bore | |
| Gore' s my harbinger, pardon the art of war | |
| Get your door' s darkened by the house of card carpenters | |
| Who never thought a slave could be a | |
| Spartacus or | |
| Pencil sharpener with a resume for the carnivores | |
| Take important conference calls | |
| In corner office walls | |
| Stealin buckets | |
| A bunch of these punch numbers | |
| Five punch just say no to company functions | |
| And I duck into the dungeons | |
| Nothing says kill it | |
| Like a day of pinching paperclips and staplers for the privilege | |
| Two lives, one is chores for whores | |
| One is where | |
| I wanna be when you begin regretting yours | |
| And I' m boredom with a large coffee | |
| Tardy every morning | |
| To a man who authority beyond what it was for | |
| How you gonna pay the rent? day job great | |
| Make rap records matter fact thanks! | |
| Peace! In a getaway car | |
| In a getaway car | |
| In a getaway car, car, car, car | |
| In a getaway car | |
| In a getaway car | |
| In a getaway car, car, car, car | |
| Six in the morning and the walls close in | |
| High noon calls and the walls own him | |
| Kings at the ready now the walls won' t win | |
| CageIn a hospital gown day off from being tied down in recreation | |
| Swinging a paddle at mental patients | |
| Raping the competition to smother the pain and sin, | |
| So he pound you out in table tennis like | |
| Wang Liqin | |
| Too strange within just to stop | |
| Demented interaction sleep and thoughts documented | |
| He' s lingering insane paint thinner in his vein | |
| Colors blown out around the doctors finger in his brain | |
| With a needle unable to beat him in a fetal position | |
| He crafted a path to escape his condition | |
| Would cling to the white walls the psych halls | |
| In his mind soon bled the words he would speak to the world in time, | |
| But not before more injections strapped to the bed | |
| Until the psychotropics took hold of the rap in his head | |
| When his wrists released, he wrote tunes you could snoop through | |
| Day of release said, " Depart from me, I never knew you." | |
| I' m leaving |
| Breeze Brewin | |
| Yo, I' ll send this to all of my corporate corpses | |
| Trying to abort the thoughts, coming out wilin' | |
| Time to off the office, | |
| I was surely sort of twisted | |
| Worked at a tv studio, an audio assistant | |
| Easy, do my duty, though at times was in a ' me' mood | |
| Hot I gotta be cool | |
| I was on the brink of fiends truth | |
| Livin in the green room | |
| Made a brother the same color but beyond neon | |
| Pushing me to peon | |
| Barking at dreams to be gone | |
| Tending to the talent and many they haven' t any | |
| Was especially a challenge | |
| When you be like | |
| God damnit | |
| Can he lift his vocal | |
| As he' s cuffing it, how my mic sound? | |
| Thinking on the low, it' s perfect when he put the mic down | |
| Clown stand steady, willing wanting subservient | |
| Sound man blurting in thinking | |
| I' d ing murder themsteaming when | |
| I' m watching duke | |
| Scheming on some hot pursuit | |
| Gotta win as these cats be modelin' what not to do | |
| In a getaway car | |
| In a getaway car | |
| In a getaway car, car, car, car | |
| In a getaway car | |
| In a getaway car | |
| In a getaway car, car, car, car | |
| Six in the morning and the walls close in | |
| High noon calls and the walls own him | |
| Kings at the ready now the walls won' t win | |
| Aesop Rock | |
| Storms on the harbor, like a harbinger of bore | |
| Gore' s my harbinger, pardon the art of war | |
| Get your door' s darkened by the house of card carpenters | |
| Who never thought a slave could be a | |
| Spartacus or | |
| Pencil sharpener with a resume for the carnivores | |
| Take important conference calls | |
| In corner office walls | |
| Stealin buckets | |
| A bunch of these punch numbers | |
| Five punch just say no to company functions | |
| And I duck into the dungeons | |
| Nothing says kill it | |
| Like a day of pinching paperclips and staplers for the privilege | |
| Two lives, one is chores for whores | |
| One is where | |
| I wanna be when you begin regretting yours | |
| And I' m boredom with a large coffee | |
| Tardy every morning | |
| To a man who authority beyond what it was for | |
| How you gonna pay the rent? day job great | |
| Make rap records matter fact thanks! | |
| Peace! In a getaway car | |
| In a getaway car | |
| In a getaway car, car, car, car | |
| In a getaway car | |
| In a getaway car | |
| In a getaway car, car, car, car | |
| Six in the morning and the walls close in | |
| High noon calls and the walls own him | |
| Kings at the ready now the walls won' t win | |
| CageIn a hospital gown day off from being tied down in recreation | |
| Swinging a paddle at mental patients | |
| Raping the competition to smother the pain and sin, | |
| So he pound you out in table tennis like | |
| Wang Liqin | |
| Too strange within just to stop | |
| Demented interaction sleep and thoughts documented | |
| He' s lingering insane paint thinner in his vein | |
| Colors blown out around the doctors finger in his brain | |
| With a needle unable to beat him in a fetal position | |
| He crafted a path to escape his condition | |
| Would cling to the white walls the psych halls | |
| In his mind soon bled the words he would speak to the world in time, | |
| But not before more injections strapped to the bed | |
| Until the psychotropics took hold of the rap in his head | |
| When his wrists released, he wrote tunes you could snoop through | |
| Day of release said, " Depart from me, I never knew you." | |
| I' m leaving |