| Song | The Active Element |
| Artist | Aesop Rock |
| Album | Peanuts in Your Mouth |
| I pilot a lion heart | |
| My polar half's negotiate it (right) | |
| Shook upon the difference between tumble weed and sacred, | |
| Read a hostel gospel attributed to land shark Apostle squad | |
| Unfroze the hideous image like ??? ???. | |
| Bat up in the bell free (help me) | |
| I wana be the reinvention of fire | |
| In a most stagnate tension basket | |
| Fenced in a cognitive learning facility built with the makers of stinger repellent, | |
| But fresh as the active element. | |
| Draggin' bricks roped to a Saturn atlas hooked to madness | |
| And I swear my new fresh air till the goblet cried, "f**k the rabbits" and rose | |
| Most soloists can't defend the might kingdoms that their passengers propose, that's why I am the rose. | |
| New day, new rain, same old | |
| Aches and pains, same old | |
| Emaciated fame game, same name | |
| Spring water ain't enough any more | |
| I wana see the river and bottle my own crystal drizzle liquid dinner | |
| Well aren't we the phoenix of irritant method | |
| Here to steer the flock out the farmland while every shepherd rested | |
| With a, head on the wall | |
| Of sovernty hall's | |
| I be the head shaker in a sea of nodding novelty dolls | |
| Let's, crush the arena, | |
| Flush the pipe dreamer | |
| Touch the skull of each and everything | |
| Everything everything | |
| I am a scarecrow | |
| Bullied by the bullies | |
| But the masters had 'em walking in circles like eye patches | |
| For the madness. | |
| One day, one ran | |
| One cold, one poem | |
| One way, one plain | |
| One rose, one home | |
| One strain, one pain | |
| One fold, one zone | |
| One element to many to made a hungry man moan | |
| I'll be leavin now (I'll be leavin now) (it's not cool) | |
| I'll be leavin now (I'll be leavin now) | |
| I'll be leavin now (I'll be leavin now) (na-na nana na-na) | |
| No I'll be leavin now (I'll be leavin now) | |
| Everybody plug into the bludgeon, | |
| Follow your hunch and align the hunt collection | |
| To count their blessings in abundance. | |
| Once in a crescent moon I'll adapt | |
| To capture the essence's breakfast's participant's fishin' dissin' inventions. | |
| Heads gather from every battered aspect of the march | |
| To swap gossip | |
| Who born in what city and | |
| Who's hungry and | |
| Who's parched? | |
| And it gets tiring wiring the populace an anti grin and list of accomplishments | |
| Beyond basic. Residence, | |
| Stick figures stand at attention, deficit | |
| And all's well that blends well with a warm hazardous combine | |
| Thick as thieves aren't they? | |
| I bullied the wooly mammoth and champs | |
| Germany frantic decamped to the wino migration, examine. | |
| Eager to sport motley mosaic illustrate more than pendragon | |
| I'm from a room flooded with punishment | |
| I've seen drunken sailors pilot they vessels to split the light house | |
| Laugh at brown bag liquor list on there way home from the blood bath | |
| Half angle with broken halo; half primitive rug rat. | |
| Spoken for by wide life, hybrid mutations and slum cats | |
| Doom for dominion sluggish posture, | |
| See I wait a lifetime just to pierce these spears though the bellies of every monster. | |
| 10 little warriors sit on a picket fence, | |
| Ordering themselves for protection of nonsense, | |
| Catapult the stone that struck the leader in the back and | |
| Marked the beauty as the other 9 warriors worlds collapsed. | |
| One day, one ran | |
| One cold, one poem | |
| One way, one plain | |
| One rose, one home | |
| One strain, one pain | |
| One fold, one zone | |
| One element to many to made a hungry man moan | |
| I'll be leavin now (I'll be leavin now) | |
| I'll be leavin now (I'll be leavin now) | |
| I'll be leavin now (I'll be leavin now) | |
| Notice I said I'd be on my way out the door | |
| I'll be leavin now | |
| I'll be leavin now | |
| I'll be leavin now | |
| I'll be leavin now | |
| I mean the doors almost closed | |
| I'll be leavin now | |
| I'll be leavin now forget it | |
| I'll be leavin now | |
| I'll be leavin now | |
| I'll be leavin now…. |
| I pilot a lion heart | |
| My polar half' s negotiate it right | |
| Shook upon the difference between tumble weed and sacred, | |
| Read a hostel gospel attributed to land shark Apostle squad | |
| Unfroze the hideous image like ??? ???. | |
| Bat up in the bell free help me | |
| I wana be the reinvention of fire | |
| In a most stagnate tension basket | |
| Fenced in a cognitive learning facility built with the makers of stinger repellent, | |
| But fresh as the active element. | |
| Draggin' bricks roped to a Saturn atlas hooked to madness | |
| And I swear my new fresh air till the goblet cried, " f k the rabbits" and rose | |
| Most soloists can' t defend the might kingdoms that their passengers propose, that' s why I am the rose. | |
| New day, new rain, same old | |
| Aches and pains, same old | |
| Emaciated fame game, same name | |
| Spring water ain' t enough any more | |
| I wana see the river and bottle my own crystal drizzle liquid dinner | |
| Well aren' t we the phoenix of irritant method | |
| Here to steer the flock out the farmland while every shepherd rested | |
| With a, head on the wall | |
| Of sovernty hall' s | |
| I be the head shaker in a sea of nodding novelty dolls | |
| Let' s, crush the arena, | |
| Flush the pipe dreamer | |
| Touch the skull of each and everything | |
| Everything everything | |
| I am a scarecrow | |
| Bullied by the bullies | |
| But the masters had ' em walking in circles like eye patches | |
| For the madness. | |
| One day, one ran | |
| One cold, one poem | |
| One way, one plain | |
| One rose, one home | |
| One strain, one pain | |
| One fold, one zone | |
| One element to many to made a hungry man moan | |
| I' ll be leavin now I' ll be leavin now it' s not cool | |
| I' ll be leavin now I' ll be leavin now | |
| I' ll be leavin now I' ll be leavin now nana nana nana | |
| No I' ll be leavin now I' ll be leavin now | |
| Everybody plug into the bludgeon, | |
| Follow your hunch and align the hunt collection | |
| To count their blessings in abundance. | |
| Once in a crescent moon I' ll adapt | |
| To capture the essence' s breakfast' s participant' s fishin' dissin' inventions. | |
| Heads gather from every battered aspect of the march | |
| To swap gossip | |
| Who born in what city and | |
| Who' s hungry and | |
| Who' s parched? | |
| And it gets tiring wiring the populace an anti grin and list of accomplishments | |
| Beyond basic. Residence, | |
| Stick figures stand at attention, deficit | |
| And all' s well that blends well with a warm hazardous combine | |
| Thick as thieves aren' t they? | |
| I bullied the wooly mammoth and champs | |
| Germany frantic decamped to the wino migration, examine. | |
| Eager to sport motley mosaic illustrate more than pendragon | |
| I' m from a room flooded with punishment | |
| I' ve seen drunken sailors pilot they vessels to split the light house | |
| Laugh at brown bag liquor list on there way home from the blood bath | |
| Half angle with broken halo half primitive rug rat. | |
| Spoken for by wide life, hybrid mutations and slum cats | |
| Doom for dominion sluggish posture, | |
| See I wait a lifetime just to pierce these spears though the bellies of every monster. | |
| 10 little warriors sit on a picket fence, | |
| Ordering themselves for protection of nonsense, | |
| Catapult the stone that struck the leader in the back and | |
| Marked the beauty as the other 9 warriors worlds collapsed. | |
| One day, one ran | |
| One cold, one poem | |
| One way, one plain | |
| One rose, one home | |
| One strain, one pain | |
| One fold, one zone | |
| One element to many to made a hungry man moan | |
| I' ll be leavin now I' ll be leavin now | |
| I' ll be leavin now I' ll be leavin now | |
| I' ll be leavin now I' ll be leavin now | |
| Notice I said I' d be on my way out the door | |
| I' ll be leavin now | |
| I' ll be leavin now | |
| I' ll be leavin now | |
| I' ll be leavin now | |
| I mean the doors almost closed | |
| I' ll be leavin now | |
| I' ll be leavin now forget it | |
| I' ll be leavin now | |
| I' ll be leavin now | |
| I' ll be leavin now. |