Citronella (Music 102 Remix) - Aesop Rock ft. Bud HC

I was bored in lecture one day, so I wrote a couple of verses to the beat from Citronella by Aesop Rock. Aesop can rock his own beat much better than I can, so I left his second verse in, effectively making this song more of a remix than anything.

This song is featured on my 2010 EP entitled "Halfway to an Early Grave" and it's available for free download now:
http://tinyurl.com/budhcep


Lyrics:
BUD

The inner workings of anatomy
Phantomly spastic elastic
Trash and little blasphemies
Can I latch to atrophy?
Can I transfer, actually
Can you enact a fantasy?
Attract the bastard practically
Impractical, I'm practicing
Living like livers
Given too many licks of liquor
So the bigger the figure
The better victim of religion
I litter the linens frigid
Instead of indecision
So the morally timid women
Give in to quick incisions
Impossible, no probably improbable
Time to pay honest homage
To the nazi-driven optimists
It's possible, I'm positive
So all you squawking novices
Running for oval offices
Noble, but not astonishing
Crippling indecision makes provision
For visions of all the chickens
Living, not giving a single tick
Or less to listen
Restriction not the mission
But the risk of prediction
So if you're feeling afflicted
By self inflicted condition
Listen and before your own attrition picks position
You could limit your victims
And drop addiction to religion
Illicit envisioning of a pistol popping pistons
In position, so the stiffening quickens
Until extinction

Chorus
AESOP

When the radio stars climbed up out of the floor
To murder the medium that shot em 30 years before
they said

BUD

An affiliated villain with a feeling of contempt
A code of moral penicillin, not a villain is exempt

AESOP

When the cutters of the pie through their summers in the sky
No love lost baby, the future is so bright


Nothing says "charm" like an armored car
Taking the clone-farm 'tards to the arms bazaar
We were the homemade marker makers born to pour the marsh ink into right guard parts
And march through the gauntlet of car alarms
No harps, no delusions of losing with something prettier
Than ash around the metacarpal still clutching the teddy bears
But we can run with scissors through the city fair
Or situate the nuzzle with the subtle art of splitting hairs!
Double park the shuttle, some will arc the funneled cutty sark
Where budding narcs target the gushing heart in the muddy Clarks
These are the vices of the p-noid bastards
Who will chew whatever tablets blur the axioms fastest
But crews lose lunches by the hundreds
Lose electricity, lose gas, phone, plumbing
Humming, "Keep your mouth closed. Keep your cows cloned. Go! "
"I am the pulse of this fucking town, homes, no! "
My, what a convenient embargo
At least I'll always know which side of the gun I'm supposed to buy the farm from
The too-far-gone kicks, still in the box
Fix, still in the pill in his sock
Chilling, gill in the slop, and a million watch Gideon scribes
But once the arc honor pussy and bribes, the animals will divide
And that's a win for the garish who keep charity in the parish
While profiting off the lack of a marriage (amongst the classes.)

Chorus

BUD

The franchise is disillusioned
Producing only fusion between delusion
Diluted to conclusion
The inclusion of which is now a stitch to your confusion
So my mood will now allude to but a drip
From the contusion
Asunder as the sleeping serpents slither in the dark
A living burden to the breather but his scream made not a spark
So when he reaches forth to turn the chair
Reveal the hand the feeds
He'll feel only the hocus pocus
Never focused on his needs
It goes one for innovation, two for stricken strife
Three's the lack of motivation, broke and patient for a life
So as the chorus sing the credits, making edits to the tune
I'll be content to reinvent the shape of sunday afternoon
I only say it cause I mean it, any less would be a lie
I'd rather die than rise above and pry a bible from the sky
So my demise will give encouragement and flourish in disguise
But I'll be certain when it's curtains I'm amidst the swarming flies

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[elgrimfandango]

By the way dude, you can write pretty good, I definitely like your lyrics. you can pretty much hang with Aes, and that's saying something.

[BudHardcore]

@elgrimfandango Thanks, much appreciated. Aes is like the god of lyricism in my opinion, so that's one hell of a compliment. I'm assuming those are your lyrics in the comments? If so, sick stuff. I read them over like 10 times, and I gotta say, impressive.

[YaBigDummi]

I almost closed this tab because it wasn't aesop... and then i gave it a shot. Effin' nice.

[BudHardcore]

@YaBigDummi Thanks man, much appreciated.

[musicalminded878]

Your verse sounds just like Aesop Rock that is, good stuff.

[BudHardcore]

@musicalminded878 Good to hear, he's one of my favorites.

[elgrimfandango]

the lyrics i wrote were to this beat, so if the flow seems off, thats why.

Sound Defects - Peace

[elgrimfandango]

Yeah I have a whole playlist of him and I have to say, he is the elite when it comes to lyricism. I appreciate the compliment.

I still say you're just about on Aes's level as far as skill, his style is just so unique it stands out.

[elgrimfandango]

Inhale the truth seasoned with doubt. Overcooked, sometimes unpalatable and served with a side of integrity's drought.

A merchant's war in the streets of bliss, chaos by currency, all gone amiss. The ego of wealth is only as strong as the strength of the surplus. Scrape the plywood off the tresses and strip it down bare, and you have the same flesh and bone that slurps soup in the kitchen of despair.

Drown the notion of salvation in the authority's care.

[elgrimfandango]

A battle of starvation requires a full stomache and a strong will, not something that can be bought in a pill. Severing the needs and attachments to fascinations that relentlessly commit entrapment. Infatuations with beliefs that constitute conflagrations of fair maidens in the event that said pyre will result in mercy ladon with pardons.

The king of the castle is only as strong as his pawns, while the rooks look on, stagnated at the indecision of their lessers at dawn.

[elgrimfandango]

An assassin among thieves, over compensation for a problem well implemented. Seize the day, or spend the years chewing leaves. A stand alone plan, no assembly required, point, wind it up and watch the flames rise higher. Instill instability among those off balance, the pedestal can't handle the weight of ignorance, overturned by nonchalance.

Words are poison to a mind in hiding, any chance of escape requires you to keep climbing. The questions are narrow and the answers are winding.

[elgrimfandango]

Flashbacks to a time where the world seemed to expand beyond scope, back when the mind never argued the ability to cope. Reverence for the place where history was made, decadence for a race where the future will be formed.

I never said I knew the outcome of attaching the wires together and turning on the juice, so you cannot blame me for the failure of a muse. Away from the scurrying of ants along their main route back to the nest, i quietly slip into the shadows and make myself a pest.

[WuTang069]

Dope lyrics