All City Nerve Map

There's nothing you, or anyone can do

This is my nightmare

I've got to get out of it myself, just as I got into it

First uninvited tech I hear pingin'

Ring in a cameo from the hammerstone

Bam, the fantasy, brandishing a banana phone

Cramp into the glamper van, vanish off the candid cam

Frying pan to fire like a vandal hand to Montana Gold

Fan the flame of animals with access to the roof like Michelangelo

About to free a statue from a cube

Hold a can of ruby like a Spam musubi

In a blink, I turn a block or two to pomegranate smoothie

All-state ball of fleas, walk in front a Greyhound

In J's so clean, even Paul of Thebes came out

Office in the hall of meat, I can't even check the mail

Without a trail of handlers waving around dog treats

Here boy! Aes from before the first Star Wars

I survived action park, I survived lawn darts

Salsa bar all stars, buzzin' and bitchin'

I got a seat at the summit for any son of perdition, what's up?

All type a shit, all, all type a shit

Dashing through the atlas, throwing magic at the sciences

I be in the crow's nest most days

I know how the whole mess rotate

All type a shit, all, all type a shit

Mashing through the mire, the master of my environment

I been doing laps of the lost world

I could draw a map to the raw nerve

By the bridge, the air has a edge to it

It smell like a burning Sentra, it taste like a tens unit

The tension is extra, extra, the meth'll induce a hubris

The hubris produce a weapon for any potential Judas

A newbie could be confused with

It ain't the hood to play who's who in

I mean you ain't even you in it, to who is

I cook in the every nook, I'm a snap of the sewer cap

It's a mile of uneven cobble, a map of the booby traps

I been active around the alleys, beyond where the taxi taxi

Beyond where the bus'll bus ya, with blood on the classic khakis

A cannonball into traffic, a fire escape his trapeze

A lapse in the record when he circled back to tag the Applebee's

And procure the appetizer breadsticks

They kill us in the long run, but unite us in the present

A sign of life in the dead ends, even if it's mostly mildew

You ain't get it if you still on that, "What are you getting into?"

All type a shit, all, all type a shit

Dashing through the atlas, throwing magic at the sciences

I be in the crow's nest most days

I know how the whole mess rotate

All type a shit, all, all type a shit

Mashing through the mire, the master of my environment

I been doing laps of the lost world

I could draw a map to the raw nerve

I'm part of what the dour climate begets

A people that don't jump at the power that be's behest

Come bounce around the house of flying rejects

We been eating where upheaval is a feature, not a defect

Tortellini MREs and zero dirty dishes

Only dirty minions yelling over yellow journalism

I got witches and wizards who opt to summer under bridges

Over sun-kissed in the tropics, maybe something's in the liquid

I'm foreign to the comfort of performance for the glory

Every yard is part of out-running an origin story

That get him pressed into the corners

And connecting the dots in no order

Learned to render any exit I want

It's a hole in the floor, it's a door on the bricks

It's a bike in the alley when you can't warp to the ship

I stuck a fork in myself before you were spores in a dish

The mission only as important as that lure in your lip

Sure as shit

All type a shit, all, all type a shit

Dashing through the atlas, throwing magic at the sciences

I be in the crow's nest most days

I know how the whole mess rotate

All type a shit, all, all type a shit

Mashing through the mire, the master of my environment

I been doing laps of the lost world

I could draw a map to the raw nerve

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