Castles f. Aesop Rock & Sadistik

Sadistik:
He said, '**** sobriety, death to the worker bees'
Thirteen circles I've stepped for eternity
Burning purple, stressed on a murder spree
It's self-inflicted, don't get it twisted
These knives in my back now, Elliott Smith (yeah)
Rides in the background, melodies fit (yeah)
Mixed with The Misfits, fixes the hurt
When the lips that I kiss with press to the dirt
French-kiss vixens, distant and cursed
Burned bridges occurred from scriptin' my words
Word, so I'll chisel a verse
On these lie-filled halls that I've lived in and searched
I'm still lost in a head of catacombs
Cause I build walls like I'm Edgar Allan Poe
I've killed off every damsel that I know
For castles that I keep, castles that I know
Deacon:
I'm having spirits in the dark
Laying under moonlight
Laughing with a stranger like I’ve saved her from her doomed life
Pop a couple percs
A perk of anonymity
Trapped within a curse that I created with my energy
A path that I rehearse
A cycle on repeat
Life is like a lion and i’m dying at it’s feet
I roll another a sweet
Check my muted Treo
I’ve seemed to miss the plot
too busy caught up in the b-roll
My eye up to the key-hole
Scared to turn the knob
and go out on my own
Instead I blend in with the mob
My memory bank the only thing I tend to rob
and every time I’m thrown the lob i’m out of Dodge
It’s hard
On the blvd
and other cliches
The type of ******** that I’m feeding self these days
Corrosion on my relays
One day my mirror shows
an Emp in new clothes
exposed
Aesop Rock:
I mow a dead lawn
Aim for the alpha
Ten claws deck the halls of Valhalla
Not a man or receptacle for crestfallen matter
Never tempered or pressed into patterns
But just won’t die
Instead of palpitation from the plasma
Pumping disenchanting anecdotes
And antiquated data at 'em
I get these headaches that climb down into my stomach
Then off in my extremities and out into the public
In a flood of shadow puppetry
Something in the air
Got a tiny pull of energy becoming self- aware
Its recognizing family in alpha numeric characters
Scenery and deities with unassuming avatars
Close encounters exacerbate his condition
From placid to a bastion of classic misdirection
Tune into the Casio adventures
When the rest of me can barely form a God damn sentence!