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Fuck drug addicts, i have no sympathy for people who are selfish & destroy themselves & ruin & corrupt everything around them

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Im so glad I was a weird loner kid listening to this out in a clearing in the woods and drawing, not out at dumb parties getting drunk and listening to the billboard top 40. I thought I was missing out, but I was gaining more than I knew.

2024 here and still so fucking pissed, so fucking hurt that he’s gone…goddamn it, Eyedea. I’d trade you places in a heartbeat, then haunt your ass for leaving this Earth too soon. 💔

still a banger in 2024

The movie is trainspotting

what movie is that? anyone

fairytale and logic primarily agnostic he'll smack u in tulsa bitches

RIP EYEDEA 🙏🏼🕊

wow didnt know aesop worked with eydeaya fuck yea

I'm getting old

a true legend 🛹😎💯

The beat… the words…the souls of these guys reaching out and touching yours to wake you up. It’s surreal. I’m low key mad af at Eyedea for dying I feel like the world would be different if he didn’t but I guess it’s up to me now.

I bounce checks like a modern man

What movie is this?!

8 years of listening to these 3 and I discover this just today. Incredible.

Thought bent life was playing for a second

Still gives me chills like it did when I was a teen. Timeless 🔥

been looking for this for years!

This song was the closest thing to reality I felt during addiction. When I am depressed and don't understand why I continue to fight for life, i listen to this song. What is the purpose?

[Verse 1: Aesop Rock] I am not doomed (not doomed) I burn bridges, not spoons (not spoons) But I only burn the bridges, hitchin' life in locked rooms Passive obstacle assessment: Bound to blossom festive knock on wood Salute the little lonely troglodyte that could So they navigate the blame game with a bulls-eye on a gold link wrapped around shrink-wrapped persona Honor in a makeshift crooked thug version of sacred Not to be mistaken with the purity with which my angel masons storm the basement Rope ladder descends from mothership, c-sectioned, monstrous While a billion babies build forts out refrigerator boxes Burrow, for the too far gone platoon craft billy clubs out fallen apple tree trunks After apple seeds sunk well beneath them My style sits softly in a synapse between fairytale and logic Primarily Agnostic Idle while the tidal title deem heat waves worthy of swallowing your journey Wallowing across the nursery I arrive tardy. I've offended every last pedestrian Upon my way over to bless that bar seat There's no excuse, I know, I'm sorry, but I'm here [Slug] Which is more than I can say for my love of these puppeteers [Aesop Rock] Well they tug 'em all in perfect syncopation, make they mommas proud Certified absurd prince of flattery Product of a drunken, rhythm-driven faculty Check a mortal mayhem discotheque, boogie with a bounced check and a cigarette [Verse 2: Eyedea] I prick my finger on a thorn bush, picking you a lilac You can water it with your envy and burn it with your livestock’s I guess you can come on my trip, why not? Tie knots in our existence and marry-go-round your holy tripod For every single flame the imploding sky drops I cross the burned bridge of syringes ? by lyrics ? cyclops infinitely focused on moving this ice block I could of land a nice job, but I plan to fight God Understand I might stop at nothing, short of order distorted by torched porcelain images of man My glands are quite dormant coordinated with porous Won't forfeit my stance and transmission if I hit the right knob Fright clot, numbs the thumb, run and stir the rice pot The anger that hovered kept me in a tight lock I'm parallel with every line Jesus Christ thought Leaving heaven frozen, rolling a seven on this dice shot [Verse 3: Slug] Slow down, float showdown at the show Minnesota to Manhattan until it gets broken loose Holding you immobile to show you what we're going through And ain't nothing changed and the rent's still overdue Still hate the rappers that speak through the mean mugs Ain't got no bite but you bark like a tree trunk That shit doesn't flush [Aesop Rock] And every pipe is plugged [Slug] I know you're loving us (you ride the nuts like the dick was a bus) Now hold tight, your whole energy doesn't flow right It's enough to make me wonder if you prefer to just blowpipe We're this close to giving you hoes a good choke Clowns thinking they're profound man, they're not even a footnote I walk around the world like a malnourished tourist A refugee, caught between the referee and the purist Circuits overloading, cyborgs about to explode Release the little man inside my tired soul Somebody must have let the lion out the cage And got him high before he climbed up on the stage Cause here I am again, glossy-eyed, topsy-turvy And this is just another pitstop on the journey Most of ya'll don't even inspire me to diss you So caught up in the politics, forgot to kick the issues Slug, call me Se7en, ya'll know what I'm about Now close your fucking mouth, before my balls fall out

Release the little man inside my tired soul

i hate those late pics of eyedea. shit's painful

Aesop gang

Ive been watching this for over a decade now, this is my favorite atmosphere song and I cant imagine the song without this amazing edit, great job bruh

this is a bit much love

I woke up from a drunken slumber and had an epiphany the drums were beating so sympathetically I’m tired of neglecting me Directing my energy in all wrong directions Maybe I deserve time in detention I won’t know until I die I find out my sentence God please I hope you have mercy No man can curse me I’m protected My soul was hand picked selected By god I’m sorry if you can’t relate I hope you remember your fate Life is full distractions It’s easy to find false satisfaction When you’re looking in all the wrong places Stay away from all the long faces Misery loves company But soon it will be evicted looking for the next victim I’m not afraid of Criticism I take it with a grain of salt My mind is outlined in chalk I don’t here you when you talk I buy wisdom buy the bulk and try to distribute to the unworthy I speak to them but they act like they ain’t heard me That’s cool I’ll pretend to be the fool while you walk around playing in your own stool You drool while watching tv Believe me I wouldn’t wanna be anything You’re man made like the wedding ring You wouldn’t be able to hear a angle in heaven sing I am king I am man I’m human you’re a ball of negative energy fuming

Aesop.made this whole song hands down I love his old and new stuff what a boss

When music was still real and required talent

absolute G E M. Words cant do justice on this piece da illest.

did ant do this beat? sounds like a ant beat. maybe dibbs?

But I plan to fight God

Bro I wish this could be re done but in at least 1080p!!! I remember watching this all the time when this video was put out. I know it’s not an official video but it’s still a great mashup.

I use to play this song every time I would do a hit after I was withdrawing. Sometimes I miss the chaos of that life but never enough to go back. I hope whoever is struggling today, knows that there’s a life without H. I never thought there was but boy was I wrong.

Aes ended up using this beat in a different song, "Bent Life."

I burn bridges not spoons

I wish I could love this not just like it ... Where it the Button

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Havent watched this in like 7 years lol glad it still exists

I love this medieval loop going in the background

I’ll smack you in Salt Lake City !

Whut........

Woa! Never heard this before

Love this song. My teenage years 2009 was the best

Anyone still listening to this in 2020?

Ain't got no bite. But you bark like a tree trunk.

[Verse 2: Eyedea] I prick my finger on a thorn bush, picking you a lilac You can water it with your envy and burn it with your livestock’s I guess you can come on my trip, why not? Tie knots in our existence and marry-go-round your holy tripod For every single flame the imploding sky drops I cross the burned bridge of syringes ? by lyrics ? cyclops infinitely focused on moving this ice block I could of land a nice job, but I plan to fight God Understand I might stop at nothing, short of order distorted by torched porcelain images of man My glands are quite dormant coordinated with porous Won't forfeit my stance and transmission if I hit the right knob Fright clot, numbs the thumb, run and stir the rice pot the anger that hovered kept me in a tight lock im parallel with every line jesus christ thought leaving heaven frozen, rolling a seven on this dice shot.

Underground is goated

Always gonna come back 🤷🏾‍♀️