No City Lyrics
| Song | No City |
| Artist | Aesop Rock |
| Album | None Shall Pass |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bavitz | |
| 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 manwho 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 | |
| PilotCops 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 | |
| HadesAny 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 meatumm, 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 **** | |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : Bavitz | |
| 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 manwho flew the coop over the pitbulls | |
| 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 | |
| PilotCops 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 | |
| HadesAny brazen but apparently infernalbound 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 grownup mode approach | |
| Skin crawlin off the drawer and now | |
| I claw the awkward toneem | |
| 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 meatumm, what? | |
| Jenny chinup and the city picked this in a pentup 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 | |
| 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 middleground | |
| They pump into the pinstripped pentagrams over | |
| Tinseltown | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : Bavitz | |
| 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 manwho flew the coop over the pitbulls | |
| 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 | |
| PilotCops 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 | |
| HadesAny brazen but apparently infernalbound 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 grownup mode approach | |
| Skin crawlin off the drawer and now | |
| I claw the awkward toneem | |
| 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 meatumm, what? | |
| Jenny chinup and the city picked this in a pentup 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 | |
| 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 middleground | |
| They pump into the pinstripped pentagrams over | |
| Tinseltown | |
| 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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