18- None Shall Pass

Highly inspired (and highly mainstream looking) by the following undergground mastermind's lyrics:


"Flash that buttery gold, jittery zeitgeist wither by the watering hole,
border patrol- "What are we to heart huckabee art fuckery suddenly?"
Not enough young in his lung for the waterwing.
Colorfully vulgar poacher outta mulch like "I'ma pull the pulse out a soldier and bolt!"
Fine
Sign of the time we elapse when a primate climb up a spine and attach.
Eye for an eye by the bog like swamps and vines, they get a rise out of frogs and flies-
so when a dog-fight's hog-tied prize sorta costs a life, their mouths water on a fork and knife.
And the allure isn't right, no score on a war torn beach where the cash cow's actually beef.
Blood turns wine when it leak for police like "That's not a riot- it's a feast, let's eat!"

And I will remember your name and face on the day you are judged by the funhouse cast.
And I will rejoice in your fall from grace
with a cane through the sky like "None Shall Pass"

I'm ready at last (x2)
None shall pass
I'm ready at last x2
None shall pass

If you never had a day a snow cone couldn't fix, you wouldn't relate to the rogue vocoder blitz-
How he spoke through a no-doz motor on the fritz cause he wouldn't play roll over or fetch like a bitch
And express no regrets, though he isn't worth a homeowner's piss to the jokers who pose by the glitz.
Fine.
Sign of the swine in the swarm when a king is a whore who comply and conform, miles outside of the eye of the storm with a siphon to lure out a prize and award while avoiding the vile and bazaar that is violence and war-
True blue triumph is more.
Like wait, let it snake up outta the centerfold, let it break the walls of jericho. (Ready?! GO!)
Sat where the old cardboard city folk,
swap tales with heads like every other penny throw.

And I will remember your name and face on the day you are judged by the funhouse cast.
And I will rejoice in your fall from grace
with a cane through the sky like "None Shall Pass"

"You tried to trick me, you've gotta lot of nerve..."
"I'm not trying to trick you. I'm trying to help."

Okay, woke to a grocery list, goes like this: duty and death.
Anyone object? Come stand in the way. You could be my little snake river canyon today.
And I ran with a chain of commands and a jet pack strap where the back-stab lands if it can.
Fine.
Sign of the vibe in the crowd when I cut her belly open to find what climb out.
What a bit of gusto he muster up to make a dark horse rush like 'enough is enough!'
It musta struck a nerve so they huff and puff 'til all the king's men fluster and clusterfuck.
And it's a beautiful thing- to my people who keep an impressive wingspan even when the cubicle shrink.
You gotta pull up the intruder by the root of the weed, NY chew through the machine.

And I will remember your name and face on the day you are judged by the funhouse cast.
And I will rejoice in your fall from grace
with a cane through the sky like "None Shall Pass"

"I'm trying to help..."

"None Shall Pass" by Aesop Rock