Purple Moss - Malibu Ken, Aesop Rock

I talk like it hurts to talk, mascot of Murphy’s Law

From the claw game at the Walt Whitman mall

To the worst curb-cuts of the urban sprawl

To what stirs in the purple moss

Which world make a perp' less scurred of his quirks and flaws

Or make it okay to learn who you are no jury

Instead of all insecurity, no mercy

Every year his skin get thinner

You could almost see the Abilify in his innards

If it’s into the blood or back up through the gizzard

With a little bit of last night’s dinner, liver

Standby for the van by the river

Built ramps in the summer, tanned hides in the winter, anti-winner

Stare at the stars from an empire builder to anywhere far

Live from an empire builder

Empire builder

Live from an empire builder

Wildfire in the wilder'

Live from an empire builder

Empire builder

Live from an empire builder

I shake my fist at the very same gate

That I would’ve climbed up before I became lame

Now I just curse and pretend it’s the same

Curse at a person who ain’t do a thing

When everyone around you is surfing a wave

You a singular jerk in a circle of saints

Never mistook for a bird or a plane

Mistook for a hearse in the rain

Germ in a wound

Bit a few heads off a Hydra

Deadbeat friends in the lens of his Leica, yikes

When a stink-eye turn fire into ice

I would rather die on spikes

Before you ever take to a colony

Take note of your escape velocity

And watch odd folk not care who you are

From an empire builder to anywhere far

Live from an empire builder

Empire builder

Live from an empire builder

Hi-ho silver

Live from an empire builder

Empire builder

Live from an empire builder

Sultan of sublimation

Have you ever seen such evasion?

Work 'til he well-done bacon or borderline burnt

The certified temper ensure a wide berth

Night king, wild Earth, bite a hand with the serum

His old man haunt him, his own fam' fear him

His cold, bad hands are attached to a breathing meat

That learned to roll weed with its feet

Do not make me turn this car around

No sleep 'til the bars of Barbertown

Bar-Kays bump through a claw marked Arkham

Bars on the window, barbs in the jargon

Black armband, offsides on guard

Dark art marksman, march through the heartland

Dream of a chair in a yard

From an empire builder to anywhere far

Live from an empire builder

Empire builder

Live from an empire builder

High-pass filter

Live from an empire builder

Empire builder

Live from an empire builder